The dog upstairs, whose constant barking was driving me nuts, has vanished. It is so quiet now. Every time I open the door I expect to hear yapping. Instead, the hall is silent. I wonder if they went on vacation and left the dog with someone. No one is emptying their mailbox. Maybe other owners got fed up and kidnapped the entire family while I was out. Stashed them and the dog in an abandoned warehouse.
I'm not going to say I miss the noise. But this silence is growing eerie. If I smell something putrid coming from upstairs I'm calling the police. This happens in Hitchcock movies all the time.
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