Baby found a German Shepherd cemented in a wall — what he did hext left everyone in tears 

The whimpering had grown fainter, which worried him more than the louder cries from the previous night. Don’t give up, he whispered urgently to the wall. I’m going to help you.

Just hold on. As days passed, Liam’s obsession with the dog in the wall only intensified. His kindergarten teacher, Ms. Jenkins, called Olivia to express concern after Liam spent an entire art session creating increasingly detailed drawings of a German Shepherd trapped in darkness, surrounded by what appeared to be concrete.

Has Liam experienced any trauma recently? Ms. Jenkins asked carefully. Perhaps the loss of a pet? No, nothing like that, Olivia replied, watching through the classroom window as Liam sat alone, drawing yet another picture while the other children played together. We just moved into an old house, and he’s convinced there’s a dog trapped in his bedroom wall.

We’ve explained that it’s impossible, but he won’t let it go. Ms. Jenkins hesitated. Children sometimes create elaborate fantasies to process change.

The move might be more difficult for him than it appears. Maybe, Olivia agreed, though something about the explanation didn’t sit right with her. Liam had been excited about the move, about having a bigger yard in his own room.

This fixation seemed to come out of nowhere. There is one other thing, Ms. Jenkins added. Liam mentioned that he just knows things sometimes.

When I asked what he meant, he said he knew when you were going to call before the phone rang, and that he told his father to take an umbrella to work last Thursday, even though the forecast was clear. Olivia felt a chill run down her spine. There was an unexpected storm that day.

Daniel got soaked because he didn’t listen to Liam. The teacher nodded thoughtfully. Children can be surprisingly intuitive.

Perhaps instead of dismissing his concerns outright, you might want to investigate what’s triggering this particular belief. Even if it’s just to set his mind at ease. On the drive home, Olivia couldn’t stop thinking about the teacher’s words.

It was true that Liam sometimes seemed to know things he shouldn’t. Little things that most people would dismiss as coincidence. The phone calls, the weather predictions, the time he’d woken up crying about his grandmother falling.

Only for them to receive a call an hour later that she’d broken her hip. Could this somehow be related? The thought was unsettling. When they arrived home, Liam immediately ran upstairs to his room, calling out to the wall before Olivia even had a chance to follow him.

I’m back. Are you okay? I thought about you all day. Olivia stood in the doorway, watching as her son pressed his ear against the wall, his face a mixture of concern and concentration.

Liam, honey, she began carefully. I want to understand about this dog. Can you tell me more about what you hear? Liam looked at her suspiciously, as if trying to determine whether she was genuinely interested or just humoring him.

Finally, he waved her over. Come listen, he whispered, pointing to a specific spot on the wall. Sometimes she’s too tired to cry loud, but I can feel her here.

Olivia hesitated, then knelt beside her son and pressed her ear to the wall. They stayed like that for several minutes, the silence broken only by the ticking of Liam’s dinosaur clock. Just as she was about to pull away, she felt it.

A vibration so slight that she almost missed it. Not a sound exactly, but a tremor, like something shifting. Did you feel that? Liam asked, his eyes wide and hopeful.

Olivia pulled back, unsettled. I… I felt something. But Liam, it could be anything.

Pipes, the house settling. It’s her, Liam insisted. She’s running out of time.

That night, Olivia couldn’t sleep. She found herself in the kitchen at midnight, searching online for information about the house they’d purchased. The listing had mentioned it was built in 1897, with various updates throughout the years.

What it hadn’t mentioned was any history that might explain Liam’s fixation. Can’t sleep either, Daniel asked, shuffling into the kitchen in his pajamas. Olivia jumped slightly.

I’m just doing some research. On what? Childhood hallucinations? Daniel asked, peering over her shoulder at the laptop screen. On our house, Olivia replied.

I’m starting to think there might be something to what Liam’s saying. Daniel sighed, running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. Liv, come on.

You know there’s no dog in the wall. That’s not physically possible. I know it sounds crazy, she admitted, but today when I listened with him, I felt something.

A vibration. And you have to admit, Liam has always had these intuitions. Coincidences, Daniel corrected, though his voice lacked conviction.

Remember when he knew about my mom falling, Olivia pressed? Or the storm last week? What if he’s sensing something we can’t? Daniel was quiet for a long moment. So, what have you found? Not much yet, Olivia admitted. The house was last owned by someone named Edward Morrison, who sold it to the real estate company that flipped it before we bought it.

I can’t find much about Morrison, though. Well, maybe we can ask around the neighborhood tomorrow, Daniel suggested, more to appease his wife than out of any real belief. For now, let’s try to get some sleep.

But sleep remained elusive for both of them. The next day was Saturday, and Olivia took the opportunity to introduce herself to their neighbors, while Daniel took Liam to the park. Mrs. Whittaker, an elderly woman who lived two doors down, invited Olivia in for tea when she mentioned they’d recently moved into the old Morrison place.

Such a beautiful home, Mrs. Whittaker commented, pouring tea into delicate china cups, though it stood empty for quite some time after Edward left. Left? Olivia asked. I thought he sold the house.

Mrs. Whittaker’s expression grew troubled. Well, that’s the official story, I suppose. But the truth is, no one really knows what happened to Edward.

He simply disappeared about eight months ago. Olivia nearly spilled her tea. Disappeared? What do you mean? It was quite strange, Mrs. Whittaker continued, seeming relieved to finally share the story.

Edward was always a bit of a loner, but harmless, kept to himself, worked from home, some kind of computer job. Then one day, the neighbors realized they hadn’t seen him in weeks. Mail piling up, no lights on.

When the police did a welfare check, the house was empty. No sign of foul play, just abandoned. That’s unsettling, Olivia said, trying to keep her voice steady…