Last night was unlike any other. My beloved dog, Max, had been missing for a few days. I had searched everywhere, desperate to find him. When he finally returned, something was off. His once vibrant eyes seemed dull, and his movements were eerily stiff.
As the night grew darker, strange things began to happen. Max, who used to be so friendly, started growling at shadows and barking at nothing. I felt chills running down my spine, as if the air around us had changed.
I decided to follow him, driven by an unsettling curiosity. He led me deep into the woods, where no light could penetrate. There was a moment when he turned to face me, and I saw something in his eyes—a flicker of something inhuman.
I realized then, this wasn’t my Max. The legend of the skinwalker, a creature that can take on the appearance of animals or humans, flashed in my mind. Fear gripped me as I slowly backed away, knowing I had to escape whatever had taken over my loyal companion.
