My rescue dog only stares at the basement door at night Part 4

Then the door creaked open. Just an inch at first. No draft,

no wind—my house doesn't have vents down there. It opened slowly, on its own,

revealing nothing but pitch black stairs leading down. Shadow stood up. His body language

changed completely. Tail tucked, head low, but he started walking toward the open

door. I called his name, whispered at first, then louder. He ignored me.

He reached the threshold and just... paused. Looked back at me with those glowing

eyes. And smiled. Not a dog pant—a full, human-like smile,

lips pulling back too far, showing way too many teeth. Then he turned and