The Imposter Dog

I came home late one night after a double shift—completely exhausted. I unlocked the door,

and my dog Max ran up to me, tail wagging, licking my face. He even brought

me his favorite toy like always. I pet him, told him I missed him,

and walked into the living room… That’s when I froze. Max was already sitting on the couch.

Motionless. Staring at me. I looked down. The “dog” I had just pet was gone.

I swear I didn’t imagine it—my hands were still wet from the licks. I don’t know what

the hell I let into my house… but it wasn’t Max.