When we moved into our new home, it felt like a fresh start for my husband Kyle, our son Ethan, and me. Ethan had faced bullying at his old school, and we hoped this house, previously owned by an older man named Christopher, would be our forever home. His daughter Tracy sold it to us, saying it held too many memories.
From the first day, a graying husky with striking blue eyes appeared at our door every morning, sitting patiently. We fed him, assuming he was a neighbor’s pet, and Ethan quickly bonded with him. One day, Ethan found the name “Christopher Jr.” on the dog’s collar, chillingly matching the previous owner’s name. Tracy hadn’t mentioned a dog, making us wonder if this was Christopher’s pet, still tied to the house.
Then, the husky’s behavior changed. He whined and paced near the woods, as if urging us to follow. The eerie connection to the house’s past left us unsettled, questioning what Christopher Jr. was trying to show us.