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

The strangest part, Mrs. Whittaker leaned in conspiratorially, was his dog. Edward adopted a German shepherd puppy about a year before he vanished. Sweet thing, Luna, I think he called her.

She disappeared too. Everyone assumed he took her with him, wherever he went. Olivia’s blood ran cold.

A German shepherd? Are you sure? Mrs. Whittaker nodded, positive. I used to see him walking her in the evenings. Beautiful dog, very well behaved.

Why do you ask? Just curious, Olivia managed, her mind racing. She hadn’t told Liam what kind of dog their neighbors had owned. She hadn’t known herself until this moment, yet somehow he had been drawing a German shepherd trapped in the walls.

When she returned home, Olivia found Daniel and Liam in the backyard, kicking a soccer ball around. She waited until Liam was distracted with his toys, before pulling Daniel aside to share what she’d learned. A German shepherd? Daniel repeated, his skepticism finally showing cracks.

And Liam’s been drawing a German shepherd specifically? Olivia nodded. He’s never even seen a picture of the previous owner or his dog. How would he know, Daniel? How would he know unless Unless there’s actually something to this, Daniel finished, looking troubled.

But Liv, even if the guy had a dog that went missing, the idea that it’s somehow trapped inside our walls is… I know how it sounds, Olivia interrupted. But what if something happened? What if this Morrison guy did something to the dog before he disappeared? Daniel ran a hand over his face. That’s a pretty serious accusation.

I’m not accusing anyone of anything, Olivia clarified. I’m just saying, with all the renovation this house went through before we bought it, isn’t it possible something got built over? The suggestion hung in the air between them, too disturbing to fully acknowledge. Later that evening, as Daniel was putting Liam to bed, he found himself studying the walls of his son’s room more carefully than before.

Liam, he began tentatively. This dog you hear, can you tell me more about it? Liam’s eyes lit up at finally being taken seriously. She’s big and has pointy ears.

She’s brown and black. She’s really scared and hungry. And you hear her? Where exactly? Liam pointed to the corner of his room, where the outer wall met the wall separating his bedroom from the hallway.

Mostly here, but sometimes I can hear her when I press my ear on the floor, too. Daniel nodded, trying to think rationally. That corner had been part of the renovation.

The real estate listing had mentioned opening up the floor plan downstairs, which would have required adding support to this section of the house. Has she… Has she told you her name? Daniel asked, immediately feeling foolish for the question. But Liam didn’t find it strange at all.

She didn’t tell me. I just know it’s Luna. Daniel felt the hairs on his arms stand up.

Luna? Liam nodded. That’s her name. I draw pictures of her at school so she knows I didn’t forget about her.

That night, after Liam fell asleep, Daniel crept back into his son’s room with a stud finder. He ran it along the walls where Liam had indicated, finding nothing unusual until he reached the corner. The device beeped continuously across a section that should have had standard spacing.

Something wasn’t right with the construction. The next morning, while Liam was eating breakfast, Daniel casually mentioned needing to check something in the basement. The basement had been another selling point of the house, unusually large for the area, with high ceilings and newly finished walls.

As he descended the stairs, flashlight in hand, Daniel tried to orient himself relative to Liam’s bedroom above. The corner in question would be right there. A section of wall that looked newer than the rest, the paint slightly different in color.

Daniel approached it slowly, running his hand over the surface. Then he noticed something odd. A small air vent near the floor that didn’t seem to connect to anything.

Crouching down, he shone his flashlight through the slats, but could see nothing beyond darkness. Just as he was about to give up, his flashlight caught something. A reflection, like light bouncing off something metallic.

Daniel adjusted his position, trying to get a better angle. That’s when he heard it, so faint that if he hadn’t been listening for it, he would have missed it entirely. A whimper, followed by what sounded like labored breathing.

Daniel stumbled backward, nearly dropping his flashlight. Oh my god, he whispered to the empty basement. Liam was right.

While construction workers were renovating the basement for the real estate company, they discovered something unusual hidden in a crawlspace. A collection of journals belonging to Edward Morrison, the previous owner. Initially setting them aside as personal items to be returned, one of the workers had flipped through a journal out of curiosity and been disturbed by the contents.

Rather than turning them over to the authorities, which might have delayed the renovation and their paychecks, they had hidden the journals in the attic, telling themselves they would anonymously report it later. But like many things intended for later, it was forgotten entirely. Until now.

Olivia stood in the dusty attic, holding a flashlight between her teeth, as she carefully opened the first journal she’d found stashed behind an old trunk. Daniel was downstairs with Liam, keeping him occupied while she investigated further. The earliest entries were mundane.

Work complaints, weather observations, occasional mentions of going to therapy for anxiety, and intrusive thoughts. But as Olivia flipped forward through the pages, the writing became increasingly erratic. Paranoid passages about being watched and their listening through her began to appear with alarming frequency.

With growing horror, Olivia realized that her, referred to Luna, Morrison’s German shepherd, She stares at me when I sleep, one entry read. Her eyes follow me. She knows what I’m thinking.

They’ve trained her to read my mind and report back. The delusions appeared to worsen over time, with Morrison becoming convinced that his dog was a surveillance tool implanted by unnamed government agencies. He wrote about blocking her signal by keeping her in the basement, away from windows where she could transmit data.

The final entries were the most disturbing. I’ve tried everything to block it. Nothing works.

There’s only one solution left. The next page detailed Morrison’s plan to permanently contain the surveillance unit by building a false wall in the basement. He’d calculated airflow, determining that a small vent would provide just enough oxygen to keep the unit functioning, but too weak to transmit signals.

Olivia closed the journal with shaking hands, feeling physically ill. This wasn’t just a sad case of a missing dog. It was evidence of a disturbed mind carrying out a horrific plan.

She grabbed the journals and rushed downstairs, finding Daniel in the kitchen making lunch, while Liam colored at the table. We need to talk, she whispered urgently, gesturing toward the back door. Now.

Outside, she showed Daniel what she’d found, watching his face drain of color as he skimmed the entries. This is… Jesus, Daniel muttered, running a hand through his hair. This guy was seriously mentally ill.

And if what he wrote is true, Olivia continued, her voice trembling, then Luna is exactly where Liam says she is, trapped inside a wall in our basement. Daniel, she could still be alive. Daniel shook his head in disbelief.

That’s impossible. This happened months ago. No animal could survive that long without food and water.

The vent, Olivia insisted. You said there was a vent. Maybe rainwater gets in somehow.

Maybe she found a way to sustain herself. I don’t know, but Liam is certain she’s alive, and everything else he’s known has turned out to be true. They looked at each other, the full weight of the situation sinking in.

I’ll get my tools, Daniel said finally, if there’s even a chance. What about Liam? Olivia asked. Should we keep him away just in case? She couldn’t finish the sentence, but Daniel understood…