“I woke up one night to see a dog with red eyes looking at me. He wasn’t growling or anything, just staring. I glared and went to sleep only to hear ‘Wake up! I’m home. It’s your time to work.’ I didn’t know what it meant so I got up and went into the kitchen and made tea for myself.
The next week I heard screaming and fighting and the growling of a dog. I walked into the hall and saw the same dog snarling and growling in my grandma’s bedroom. I didn’t think anything of it so I shut her door and walked into my room. I kind of just don’t mind him anymore. The dog is always with me. I gave up telling him to leave.