Infestered by haints


We've been in the new house for a week now, and while we're all enjoying our new setting, but we don't know how long we'll stay.

Recently, strange phenomena has manifested itself. For the last four nights, we've come home to find the dogs mysteriously locked in the upstairs bedroom, and this afternoon, Blondie (admittedly the dimmer of the pair) made her way under the house. She emerged possessed by whatever demon accosted her, and has not stopped her yipping since, no matter how hard Betsy paddles her.

Clearly some supernatural force wants us gone, and will stop at nothing to accomplish its insidious goal. Or maybe it just doesn't like little yappy dogs.


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