My grandma always warned me to never explore the woods at night; although it's not like I have a choice right now. Murphy's been gone for over 2 hours. It's dark out here, too dark to see anything beyond the weak flash from my phone. I hear something not too far ahead, I'm sure it's Murphy, hunting another rabbit again. As I approach, I start hearing the brutal crunching of bones and flesh, not in any way Murphy has ever eaten his prey before. My phone's battery gives out and my flash turns off, I have no idea what's in front of me, but I'm certain that's not my dog.
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