I Woke Up to My Dog Staring at Me—Then I Saw What Was Under the Bed
I thought my dog, Murphy, just needed to go out. He usually nudges me awake, but that morning, he stood frozen beside the bed, eyes wide, staring straight at me.
Half-asleep, I mumbled, “Five more minutes,” but something about his stillness felt off.
That’s when I heard the faintest rustle beneath the bed.
Heart racing, I leaned over—and saw it. Something, or someone, was hiding under there.
Murphy hadn’t been trying to wake me. He was trying to protect me.
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