After We Got Married, I Moved Into My Husband’s House — Then Our Neighbor’s Dog Exposed What He Was Hiding Behind the Locked Basement Door

Focused. Like he knew something was down there.

“Hey,” Michael would say sharply when he noticed. “Rex.

No.”

He’d shoo him away with his foot, shaking his head.

“Probably just stressed,” he said one night as we got ready for bed. “New house and all.”

I wanted to believe that.

So I did.

But the thing about wanting to believe something is that it only works until it doesn’t.

One evening, Michael was running late at work, and Ethan was staying overnight at a friend’s house.

The house felt bigger without them. Quieter.

I wandered from room to room, trying to feel settled, trying to feel like I belonged here.

I put on music, made tea, and started a book I’d been meaning to read.

None of it worked.

That was when I heard Rex again.

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