The unease ticked up in steps: first, the growling started a week ago, quiet and sporadic at first.
Then the dog began refusing to enter the basement corridor, barking toward the gap beneath the door.
A few days later, I discovered a strange, musty smell coming from that same basement door.
Worried, I called the landlord, but he said there was nothing to worry about—just typical dampness.
Last night, the growling escalated to furious barking and thrashing by the baby’s room.
That’s when I finally called the police late at night.
The officer was calm but serious, immediately going down to check the basement.
The search turned up something unexpected, and suddenly the house felt heavier, the walls closing in.
Now, we’re waiting.
The police said someone from their team would be back soon, but no one has given us details yet.
