The Haunted Dog It was 3 a.m. when a strange, unsettling chill filled the house. Everything was quiet—too quiet. In the stillness of the night, the only sound was the soft breathing of a dog lying peacefully in its bed. Or, at least, it should have been peaceful. Inside the house, everything was calm—until a low, guttural growl broke the silence. It wasn’t the usual sound the dog made in its sleep.