“To whomever finds this, please help. My name is Anna. I am in great danger. The places in these photos are connected to my past. They hold secrets that should never be uncovered, but I have no choice. I’m being hunted by something relentless, something beyond understanding. If you find this dog, you might be my last hope. Find the places in these photos. Find me before it does.”

An unsettling chill ran down my spine. The urgency in the note, coupled with the bizarre circumstances, painted a picture of peril and desperation. I glanced at the dog, who was now looking up at me with pleading eyes, almost as if it understood the gravity of the situation.