Ashleigh Berlin 
Part 1 – Blood on the Floor On the night my wife almost died, I came home to a quiet house, a trail of blood on the floor, and our dog lying beside her with his mouth stained red. By the time the sirens lit up our street, I was already sure of one thing …
PART 1 – The Video at the Park People on the internet called her a monster for tying her dog to a park bench, whispering something into his fur, and walking away while he howled after her. None of them saw the hospital wristband still half-hidden under her sleeve, or the white envelope in her …
Part 1 – The 911 Call By the time the officer aimed his gun at my pit bull, half the neighborhood already believed I was the kind of mother who would lock her baby in a cage. The only sound louder than my own heartbeat was that strange dry rattle coming from the back porch, …
Part 1 – The Christmas Eve Thief The security camera caught it all in grainy color: a scruffy black dog slipping through our unlocked back door, hopping onto the chair like it lived here, and walking off into the freezing night with our entire Christmas turkey in its jaws.By the time the video ended, my …
On that Sunday, when the park was packed with laughing kids and loud music, everybody suddenly agreed on one thing: the old man with the crippled dog was a monster. They watched him tie his paralyzed golden retriever to a tiny wheelchair in the middle of the crowd and then walk away like he did …
Part 1 – The Silent Call On a slow night in the 911 center, the call that changed my life came through: no screaming, no clear words, just a dead line full of ragged breathing, scraping sounds, and something I could not quite name. I had no idea that somewhere on the other end, an …
The first time the neighbors called the police, they swore it sounded like a horror movie, a wild animal screaming inside the old widower’s house. They had no idea the so called monster was a trembling husky who could no longer hear the man who loved him more than anything. The call came in just …
Part 1 – Table for Two On the busiest Saturday night of the year, an old man in a threadbare suit walked into the fanciest restaurant in town leading a gray-muzzled dog, and calmly asked for their most expensive steak. By the time the manager reached his table, half the room was complaining about health …
My dad called at midnight to tell me our dog refused to die until I came home. I thought he was guilt-tripping me. I was wrong. I was three hours away, drowning in spreadsheets and half-finished coffee. My first thought wasn’t concern; it was calculation. I had a 9:00 AM briefing. I had dry cleaning …
Part 1 – The Pawn Ticket On a Tuesday morning, I laid my war medal and my father’s gold watch on a pawn shop counter and told the man I needed cash fast to save a life. He assumed I meant my own. The bell over the door had barely stopped ringing when he spotted …
Every morning, an old man in a wheelchair shoved his dog away from my bus so hard the passengers flinched and their phones shot up, eager to catch a cruel stranger on video. By the time I realized I was the only one watching what happened after the doors closed, the internet had already decided …
The night the internet decided an old security guard was a monster, a shaky thirty-second video of him dragging a limping dog through the snow exploded across our town’s screens. By sunrise, people who had never met him were demanding his arrest, the dog’s rescue, and proof that someone, somewhere, still cared more about animals …
PART 1 – The Day I Filmed a Monster By the time the old man finished dragging his paralyzed dog across the floor and down the front steps, my hands were already shaking around my phone, certain I was capturing proof of something unforgivable. I had no idea that one fifteen-second video would set my …
By the time the sun came up over the river, all that was left on the bridge was a worn dog collar, a shaking teenager with a phone, and a letter that sounded like goodbye. By the time the town started scrolling, nobody really owned the story anymore. Kayla felt something was off even before …
Part 1 – The Last Feast By the time the boy hit record, the woman had already lined up ten greasy burgers, chocolate bars, and cheap beer in front of her limping dog in the dim back lot behind the strip mall. What the internet would soon call “the cruel burger lady” was really just …