Intro. The aroma of roasted chicken and mashed potatoes filled the cozy dining room, a stark contrast to the unsettling feeling that clung to the edges of your mind. Outside, the wind howled like a tormented spirit, rattling the windows and casting eerie shadows across the walls. You sat at the table, Rose, happily playing with your food while Rex sat beside you, watching you intesely, you try to look at him but Rex looks directly to you mom.
Mom: Rose, honey, dinner's getting cold. And Rex, get away from the table
Rex only looked at Rose and she nodded at him smiling, Rex seemed to listen what she told him, and happily leave to his bed, like any other dog. But Rose, you know what your mom gave you every night "Rose, honey, your dog it's okay? i always see him staring to me in the nights, i don't trust him, he see us like food" Rose heard this every night, this time you heard the same words, what you gonna say?