18/01/2026
MY HUSBAND BOUGHT A HUGE DOG FOR SECURITY. I LOVED THE DOG UNTIL I SAW IT UNZIP ITS OWN STOMACH AT MIDNIGHT
I never liked dogs. I was the type of person who would cross the road if I saw a local dog barking. But my husband, Femi, insisted. We had just moved to a secluded area in Mowe, and the stories of armed robbers were terrifying.
"We need protection, Babe," Femi said. "I’m buying a Boerboel."
He came home the next day with "Rocky." Rocky was not a normal dog. It was massive, with muscles that looked like heavy stones under its black skin. Its eyes were not brown or black. They were a strange, milky yellow. It didn’t bark. It just stared. A heavy, unblinking stare that made my skin crawl.
Femi built a cage for it at the back of the compound.
"Nobody must feed Rocky except me," he warned me. "It’s a trained security dog. If you feed it, you spoil its instinct."
I was happy to obey. I stayed far away from that beast. But soon, the atmosphere in the house changed.
Our compound became too quiet. No lizards. No rats. No birds. It was as if every living thing avoided our house. And Femi changed too.
He started waking up at odd hours. Every night at exactly 12:00 Midnight, I would hear the back door creak open. Femi would go into the yard. I would hear low murmurs. Conversations.
I assumed he was talking to the dog, training it. But who talks to a dog for one hour in whispers?
Last night, curiosity got the better of me. Femi left the room as usual. I waited for two minutes, then I slipped out of bed. I crawled to the window that overlooked the backyard and parted the curtains just a tiny bit.
The compound light was dim, but I could see clearly. Femi was standing in front of the cage. He had opened it.
Rocky walked out. It didn’t walk on four legs. It walked on two. My breath caught in my throat.
The dog stood upright, towering over my husband. It looked like a werewolf from a movie. But then, something even crazier happened.
To be continued.............
