It was a strange scene inside the church, the dog Rex, appeared almost rabid as he barked relentlessly toward the coffin holding his late owner. Despite several attempts to distract him, no one dared to get too close. What did it mean? It did not appear to be an expression of Rex’s grief for losing his owner, the behavior seemed too aggressive for that. Nervous glances were exchanged between the people present. With many eyes going towards Jason, the son of the deceased.
“This isn’t right,” Jason murmured under his breath. He had suspicions about his dad’s death from the minute he heard the news, but was too afraid to share them. Afraid others would think he was crazy. He’d remained silent for so long, observing people he didn’t trust, now crying as they entered the funeral. To Jason, their tears seemed fake.
He had spent many nights trying to convince himself it was all in his head, that it was just grief-induced paranoia. But now, as Rex, his father’s former police dog, barked at the coffin, a chilling certainty took hold. “This isn’t right,” he whispered, his voice steadily rising with conviction. “This isn’t right,” he declared louder, over and over, until the murmurs around him ceased, and all eyes turned his way. Unable to contain himself any longer, he shouted, “THIS ISN’T RIGHT!!” And with that, an eerie silence enveloped the gathering.