Dogman Site

I found the pattern. Every twenty to thirty years, the sightings would cluster. A spike in missing persons in the Upper Peninsula. Then silence. Then another cluster. As if the creature hibernated for a generation, then woke up hungry. The last cluster ended in 1993. The year after I saw it.

And they are looking right at me.

The emergency generator kicked in after forty-five seconds. In that darkness, I heard it. Not a howl. A hum . A low, guttural vibration that felt less like sound and more like a pressure change inside my skull. Then the scratching. Not on the glass. On the concrete outside the wall. Something was dragging a claw across the reinforced stone of the asylum's foundation. DogMan