I Thought My Dog Was Acting Strange—Until I Looked Under the Bed
It started like any other morning—until my golden retriever, Murphy, refused to move from the edge of the bed. His body was tense, his eyes locked on something beneath me. At first, I thought he needed to go out. But then I followed his gaze. Slowly, I leaned over the mattress and looked underneath.
That’s when I saw her.
A girl, no older than twelve, curled tightly in the shadows, trembling and silent. Her eyes were wide with fear. She didn’t speak—until I reached for my phone. That’s when she whispered…
Instead of his usual morning nudge or a playful bark to signal it was time for breakfast or a bathroom break, my golden retriever stood statue-still beside my bed. His eyes weren’t just focused on me—they were fixed with a kind of intensity that made me pause. His ears were slightly pulled back, his body tense.
The morning it all began, nothing seemed unusual—except for Murphy.
