NOT AN ENTRY (dog related)
When I was in high school, my friend and I liked to do something now referred to as "Urban Exploring". The difference was: we weren't in an urban area; we explored old abandoned country homes.
I had relayed to him that another friend had told me a story about some people who kept their son in this sort of box thing as a punishment. He told me that the story wasn't true; the people (deceased) had been related to him, and the "box" was used because their son had a health problem. It was not any form of punishment. It was to help their son. He offered to show it to me. (It turned out to be a large box that was quite interesting, with lights inside, as I recall. Something that would provide warmth. Certainly not what my other friend had made it out to be.)
On the way to the house, he told me that his aunt said she had awoken in the middle of the night and saw a dog run down the hall and jump out of a second story window.
That story scared me a little. So you can imagine my surprise when we walked into the abandoned house to find a dog standing there growling at us. I ran out and started to hyperventilate. I was so frightened that I had an asthma attack. It took my friend some time to calm me down and take me back inside. He showed me a bag of dog food and water bowl. Someone was caring for a stray dog inside the house.
When I was in high school, my friend and I liked to do something now referred to as "Urban Exploring". The difference was: we weren't in an urban area; we explored old abandoned country homes.
I had relayed to him that another friend had told me a story about some people who kept their son in this sort of box thing as a punishment. He told me that the story wasn't true; the people (deceased) had been related to him, and the "box" was used because their son had a health problem. It was not any form of punishment. It was to help their son. He offered to show it to me. (It turned out to be a large box that was quite interesting, with lights inside, as I recall. Something that would provide warmth. Certainly not what my other friend had made it out to be.)
On the way to the house, he told me that his aunt said she had awoken in the middle of the night and saw a dog run down the hall and jump out of a second story window.
That story scared me a little. So you can imagine my surprise when we walked into the abandoned house to find a dog standing there growling at us. I ran out and started to hyperventilate. I was so frightened that I had an asthma attack. It took my friend some time to calm me down and take me back inside. He showed me a bag of dog food and water bowl. Someone was caring for a stray dog inside the house.