2:17 a.m. Visitor

Every night at exactly 2:17 a.m., my dog would sit up and stare at the corner of my

bedroom. I thought it was nothing. Just shadows. But last night…

I finally looked at the clock. 2:17 a.m. My dog started whimpering. Then the whisper

came. “Good boy… you can see me.” I held my breath. Because my dog slowly

turned his head… and looked straight at me. Like he was warning me.

Then my phone lit up. Motion detected: Bedroom camera. The camera feed

showed my bed. And standing beside it… Something was petting my dog.