There’s a scratching sound coming from our neighbor’s house.
We share our west wall with two neighbors, spanning our laundry room and bedroom closet, but this noise seemed to be coming from somewhere else.
I followed the sound to our bathroom.
Our bathroom window looks out onto one of our neighbor’s patios. Nice family. I remember meeting them a few times as I took the dog out for a walk.
They had a Boston Terrier. It was still a puppy when I saw it, crazy little thing, full of energy. The little girl walking it was always smiling.
I can’t imagine what it would be like to have a daughter like that, to see her turn. I might have done the same thing.
The moaning is endless. Their dog, Otis was his name, I think… must’ve gotten too close before they tied her up. Poor thing is barely recognizable. All life from that place is gone.