"Where did you see that dog?"
"On the balcony. I was getting home in the afternoon to bring in the laundry, and I saw that their balcony... The dog cage was gone. They'd cleaned the whole place, and there was no blood left. I don't even know if I really saw it. I saw it on the glass. How should I put it... It was a reflection in the glass window. Their balcony was all glass, even the railing along the bottom. It was on that part. I thought... I thought I saw a dog standing in the living room, facing the glass window, with its reflection showing. Maybe they'd gotten a new dog... When I saw the reflection, I thought they'd gotten a new dog. But later, I found out they'd moved away. They'd moved out ages ago. Not long after their parents came over and yelled at them, they moved. They listed the place with a nearby real estate agency, but it never sold or got rented out. It's just been sitting there. There shouldn't be anyone there..."
"Have you told anyone else about this?"
"No."
"Have you seen that dog again?"
"I don't dare look anymore. I really don't dare."
"Have any other dogs died in the complex?"
"No. But someone... someone died. His funeral procession happened to be on a Saturday."
"What exactly happened?"
"He had a dog. He was single, a man. His parents had bought him a small apartment around here because it was close to his workplace. I think he died suddenly. Maybe he was sick. At his funeral, one of his brothers—or maybe a friend, also a man, and quite young—led the dog he'd owned along behind the procession. It was a big dog. I don't know what breed it was, but