It was just after midnight when I finally admitted it to myself. My dog, usually a sprawled-out lump of sleeping fur, was twitching and scratching on his bed in the corner. A restless, frantic kind of scratching. I sighed, got up, and flipped on the light. That's when I saw them. Tiny, dark specks leaping from the carpet near his blanket like minuscule evil popcorn. A cold dread settled in my...
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