The Lost Dogs
--- **How ya goin’, mates?** This one's easily one of the darkest, most gut-wrenching stories I've ever come across. It's eerie. It's tragic. Feels like something straight out of a grim, gothic noir tale. So strap in—what you're about to hear is heavy. Out in the sticks, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, sat a little wooden cottage perched on a hill. Quiet. Simple. Homely. Just below the hill, there’s a massive bloke—like, properly huge. He’s wearing this red-striped sailor tee, one hand in the dirt, working away. Out of nowhere, his little daughter comes runnin’ up to him, gigglin’ her head off. He drops everything, scoops her up in his arms, showers her in kisses. She's chuffed. Then they both head back up the hill for dinner. Inside the cabin, it’s him, his missus, their daughter, and the family dog sittin’ ‘round the table. They're eatin’, laughin’. But the moment you lay eyes on the bloke, somethin' feels... off. He’s not just tall—he...