When Ben and Alyssa Harding adopted their rescue dog, Radar, they expected the usual adjustment period—new smells, new routines, new rooms to explore. But from the very first week, Radar fixated on one odd thing: the back-left corner of their living room.
Every morning at exactly 6:45, he would stand in front of the blank wall, ears forward, tail stiff, and bark—three sharp barks, always the same.
There was nothing in the corner. No drafts. No insects. No shadows.