I woke up to find my dog staring at me—and then I saw what was under the bed.

At first, I thought he just needed to go outside.

Murphy usually nudges me or paws the edge of the mattress when he wants something. But that morning, he wasn’t moving—just standing there, frozen, ears slightly back, eyes locked on my face like he was trying to tell me something.

I groaned and rolled over, still half-asleep, muttering something about “five more minutes.”

But then I realized something weird.