Crosby, George’s dog, wouldn’t stop staring at the wall, and he knew something wasn’t right. He’d never seen his dog act so weirdly before. What was it that his dog could see that he couldn’t?
His heart was beating, and he was sweating profusely down his back. George became increasingly irritated as time went on. It was time to figure out what or who had taken up residence in his house. His blood ran cold and the hair on the back of his neck sprang up as a result in the end.