a dog sits on the floor in front of an open door.

On a quiet night, like many others, I was in my room trying to sleep when I heard the familiar sound of scratching at the door. My dog had this habit of scratching the bedroom door at night, which always annoyed me a bit, but that night, she seemed more restless than usual. I called out to her several times, but the scratching continued. I decided to throw a pillow at the door, hoping the noise would make her stop. But to my surprise, the scratching didn't cease. That's when I heard a bark beside me. I looked down, and there was my dog, lying next to me, staring fixedly at the door. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that something else was scratching at the door that night. Slowly, I approached the door, my heart racing, and opened it abruptly, hoping to find some rational explanation for the noises. To my surprise, there was no one outside. No animal, no strong wind that could have caused the scratching. Just the silence of the night. I returned to bed, still perplexed by what had happened. My dog snug