A Police Dog Barked at an Abandoned House Every Day Until an Officer Finally Went Inside

The Restless Guardian

A police dog barks at an abandoned house every day when he goes for a walk. When the policeman decides to go inside, he can’t believe what he finds.

It was a typical Autumn morning in the small town to which police officer Roger had been transferred. It retained that rustic and serene air so different from the bustling metropolises he had passed through.

But of all the changes his new life brought, his morning walks with Siberius, his robust and expressive husky, were the ones that brought him the most peace. The two of them walked along the streets enjoying the freshness of the morning sun and the quietness of the houses.

But for some time now, as they passed a cobbled street full of tall trees and old houses, one in particular always caught the eye of his faithful dog. It was a building that showed the signs of abandonment: broken windows, peeling paint, and a garden that hadn’t been attended for some time.

Curiously, every time they approached the place, Siberius became restless first. Its fur stood on end and its eyes fixed on the entrance.

Then, as if sensing something that Roger didn’t understand, the dog began barking frantically, trying to advance towards the house. The scene was repeated daily without fail.

At first the policeman thought it was just natural canine curiosity. But over time he began to wonder what could be in that abandoned house that attracted his dog’s attention so much.

“What’s wrong boy? There’s nothing there,” he said, trying to calm Siberius down.

Secrets in the Dust

However, his attempt to calm down seemed to be ineffective. The intensity of the barking grew and with each passing day it was as if the dog wanted to communicate something urgent, something that only he could perceive.

Residents who lived in the area looked out of their windows curiously at the husky. Some even cursed the man for taking such a noisy animal there.

And despite his canine friend’s insistence, Roger hesitated to approach the property. However, with every bark and insistent look from Siberius, his curiosity grew.

“Come on, let’s go buddy. We’re bothering the neighbors,” he said, after being scolded by a lady who asked him to keep quiet.

With every step away from the house, the feeling that something was wrong only grew. Every day the same thing happened.

The man even changed the route of his walk, but curiosity is a flame that once lit is difficult to extinguish. That’s how Roger felt about that abandoned house.

He needed to know what his dog had to do with it. After so many inexplicable behaviors by Siberius, the house became an enigma that he felt the need to unravel.

The policeman came home from work and started looking up the history of the place on the internet, but found nothing relevant. He even infiltrated the neighborhood wearing normal clothes, avoiding any reference to his profession, just so he could ask questions of the older residents.

These were those who had lived there long enough to know the secrets that the younger generations didn’t know. The first to provide information was an old man, Mr. Anthony, a barber who had been working in the same place for decades and who prided himself on his ability to recall stories while doing his job.

Voices of the Past

“Oh, that house,” he said, cleaning his scissors.

“It was the home of a somewhat isolated family. They didn’t go out much. They said the father was a scholar, always with books and more books.”

While he was telling the story, the barber didn’t realize that Roger was a policeman, so he continued.

“There was a terrible fire there a few years ago, very tragic. It killed one of his children. After that they moved away and never came back.”

“Many people said it was an accident, but I think it was a spirit thing. I’m sure.”

Roger thanked the gentleman and, with more questions in mind, moved on. Then he met Mrs. Seline, an old lady who was always sitting on her favorite bench feeding the pigeons and tending to the surrounding plants.

She was known by everyone as the keeper of the local stories. He approached her and, after a brief chat about the weather and the daily news, he brought up the mysterious house.

Mrs. Seline, with her sharp eyes and serious expression, remembered well.

“That house has always had a strange energy,” she began, looking away as if memories were flashing before her eyes.

“And since that family left, no one has ever wanted to live there again.”

She paused, looking at the plants as if searching for the right words.

“You know, my grandson used to play with one of the boys—the one who died, poor thing. He always talked about strange noises at night and shadows moving on the walls. The children said it was a haunted house.”

Another resident, the owner of the bakery, intervened in the conversation.

“My grandmother used to say that before the fire, at midnight, you could hear music coming from that house. She believed that the family was performing rituals, but you know old stories.”

The Night Walk

Roger, absorbing each piece of information, began to put together a puzzle in his mind. The pieces, although confusing, began to fit together.

The house wasn’t just abandoned; it was full of mysteries and superstitions. But he was a skeptic and didn’t believe in such supernatural nonsense.

As far as he was concerned, there had to be a logical explanation for his dog’s infatuation with that residence.

“Why didn’t they ever demolish or renovate the house then?” asked the policeman.

The old lady sighed.

“I don’t know. I don’t think anyone wants to live in a haunted house.”

As the day ended, the policeman had more questions than when he started. The only certainty was that the house, with its broken windows and aura of mystery, hid secrets that went far beyond what the eye could see.

He was determined to find out what it was. Then one fine evening, particularly dark with heavy clouds covering the sky and the moon, the man and his dog went out for a walk.

He had received an early call so he couldn’t go for his usual morning walk that day. After arriving home from the police station, he went out for a walk with the husky.

“What a beautiful night, right boy?” he said to his friend.