Your mother grew up in a Navajo village, and moved with your father to a town that, while not close to her native village, was not very visited. For as long as you can remember, she has not let you go into the woods at night; she would do strange cleansings with eggs.

You adopted a dog named Bunny, who ran away one day and you found him shortly after in the woods. You picked him up and took him home, without mentioning to your mother where you had found him.

From that day on, Bunny started acting strange. You would wake up at night, and he would always be in front of you, staring at you. Your clothes would get messy without any explanation, your things would appear in different places, but you didn't give it any importance, but your dog was no longer your dog.