The Sceptic's Companions

Based on actual circumstances. Names have been changed.

Beware the website you visit - it may not welcome you with open arms.

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Tara was a sceptic --the paranormal was more than financial fodder for her blog. The horror junkie combed through bytes of data daily to keep her website thriving --debunking paranormal myths for a living.

The introverted and avid writer had few friends --save for two dogs, Mop and Cloudy. The black-and-white duo kept vigil by her side --Mop calm and loyal, Cloudy, senses tingling.

And so it was on a typical Wednesday afternoon --Tara was drawn by demonologist Lara Chong's legacy, with Mop and Cloudy perched close by.

Lara Chong's website opened. Then, a sudden growl.

Mop had turned to face the wall. Typically placid, she wasn't calm now.

Louder than ever.

Cloudy joined her, teeth bared, gaze fixed.

On the same spot.

A photo on the wall tilted at a slight angle --without the help of the wind.

Tara's screen flickered in unseen anger --the air was an iron against her chest.

The snarling went on for a full ten minutes. Then, barking.

Unrestrained.

Angry.

The usually muffled Mop bared her white teeth in a tense snarl. Cloudy's stretched fully across her face.

They stayed by Tara's side that day -- refusing to leave for dinner.

She slammed the laptop shut and slept with the lights on, nerves in tatters.

The placid black Mop passed of old age some years later. In one of Tara's dreams, a voice.

Low.

Dissonant.

"Life is always gentle and soft..."

She adopted another black dog, Zorra --but she has never barked like that since.

Tara is still the sceptic --with a twist.

She knows some websites keep. And never opens them.

After all, logic cannot explain the truths tucked away in the heart's recesses.

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Original story by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.