Some people swore that the house was haunted.
It wasn’t. It was my house. Well, mine and Jack’s house. We moved in to our house not too long ago. Rumors of our house being haunted was news to us, otherwise we never would have moved in. Jack’s afraid of things that go bump in the night, that’s why he holds me so close at night. He calls me his little protector, which makes me love and paw him all the more.
The house was a perfect little beige one-story at the edge of town. Quiet neighbors with quiet pets. No kids, which we both liked.
I was a stay at home. While Jack worked I made sure everything stayed in order. When Jack came home, I’d shower him with so much love and kisses you’d think we were newlyweds. Jack loved it when I pounced on him in the entryway before he could even hang his coat. After a hard day’s work, for both of us, we deserved a little play time.
Jack opened and single-handedly ran the only funeral home in town, so our neighbors said things. While I was outside in our yard one day while Jack was at work, I overheard Nancy, our next door neighbor with the cutest little Shetland Sheepdog named Mimi, telling someone over the phone that Jack brought his work home with him. I wasn’t sure what she implied but she giggled and had a look in her eye like she was in heat. I couldn’t tell if I was angry she was spreading vicious rumors about Jack or jealous that she had that look in her eye while she talked about my Jack.
I stood right there in plain sight and listened to her every word. Nancy always talked like she didn’t care if I heard, like I were a ghost or something. When Jack was with me, Nancy pretended to be his best friend, even hanging all over him. I pretended for a while that it didn’t bother me. Without Jack by my side, Nancy ignored me entirely. I hated her for that, too.
Nancy would go on and on about Jack bringing his work home and the weird noises she heard at all hours of the night. Playing with Mimi, I’d pretend like I didn’t know what Nancy was saying and she’d pretend I wasn’t even there.
At night, after I helped Jack unwind from a hard day’s work, I tried to tell him about Nancy’s phone conversations and her ignoring me, but Jack played it off like I was talking gibberish. The rest of the night we cuddled up and watched silly old movies, shared popcorn. Jack laughed. I loved it when Jack laughed.
One morning after he left for work, I found my way back to the fence line where Nancy cackled away on her phone about Jack. Mimi must have been inside, she was nowhere in sight. Then I heard Nancy tell the person on the other end of the line that the reason Jack lived alone was because he was so creepy. I snapped. Grabbing Nancy’s phone, I ran back into our house asking the person at the other end who it was. They just kept asking if Nancy was OK. Nancy followed me into our house. I dropped the phone.
Jack came home just then to find Nancy standing over me as I cowered in the corner. He asked what she thought she was doing, why Nancy was in our house. Before she could answer, Jack yelled, “Sick her, girl!”. I did.
The next morning Jack scratched the back of ears like I love as he packed Nancy to her to work with him.
Nothing was ever the same again after that.