I called the police because we heard eerie noises coming from our sofaour dog had warned us. When the officers arrived, they uncovered something horrifying.
I never wouldve believed such an ordinary day could twist into a nightmare straight out of a horror film.
That evening, my husband and I were settled in the living room when our dog, Winston, began circling the sofa, growling and barking in a way that sent chills down my spine. At first, we thought it was just a whim or a reaction to some distant noise. But his persistence soon gnawed at us.
Listening closer, I caught the muffled thuds myselfsomething shifting inside the sofa. Scratches, like claws desperate to break free. My heart hammered wildly.
A trapped mouse? A wild creature that had sneaked in? The thought alone made my skin prickle. With Winstons distress and our own unease mounting, we finally dialed 999.
Minutes later, two constables knocked. We explained, half-embarrassed, as if wed summoned them over a childs ghost story.
Yet when they neared the sofa, they heard it too. After a tense exchange, one slit the fabric open.
The room held its breath as the knife tore through. And then the discovery.
When the sofas lining split, the air turned to ice.
The officers froze. One shot the other a grave look. Nestled between foam and frame was a scrawny kitten, trembling violently.
I couldnt believe it. How had it gotten trapped there?
One constable gently lifted it, and the poor thing let out a frail, pitiful mewl. Winston, our dog, quieted at once, sniffing cautiously as if to check on the tiny intruder.
Later, we pieced it together: the secondhand sofa wed bought days prior must have already held the kitten when delivered. The seller had known nothing, and the poor creature, too terrified, had never found its way out.
