the toy and barking
Tom couldn’t stop thinking about Max’s toy and the strange barking. “It has to mean something,” he said softly. He sat on his bed and turned the toy over in his hands. Every squeak seemed like Max was shouting for him. “Am I going crazy?” he pondered. He heard his mother call for dinner but felt disconnected. The puzzles overwhelmed him, demanding answers he could not deny.
The Toy And Barking
a sinister thought
As Tom laid in bed that night, a disturbing notion came to him. “What if something more sinister is going on?” he asked aloud. He remembered stories of hauntings and ghostly pets. His skin prickled with anxiety. “I need to know the truth,” he said quietly to himself. Max was more than simply a dog; he was family. And if there was something wrong, Tom felt bound to investigate.
A Sinister Thought
