“I was really freaked out,” he said. “I made an anonymous call to the police. Later, I saw a blurb in the student newspaper that said they were canine teeth.”

He blew air out of his teeth, leaned back, and looked out the window. “All through my sophomore year of college, he would show up at random times. I never knew when he would show up. Sometimes I would go without seeing him for so long that I thought this was all over.”

As he continued with his story, he started to get more agitated. “One time, he left a dog collar. It was a dog that I had in high school that died from cancer. Carla had helped me take care of him when he was sick. My parents had him cremated, and I had his ashes, but I never saw that collar again. I don’t know where it could have come from.”

I was starting to shiver. I rubbed my arms when the goosebumps came out on my arms. I rubbed my eyes, then I rubbed my arms again.

“Nothing clicked in my brain at the time that this could be Carla,” he said. “Not until my mom called and told me that our old dog had disappeared and my wife started finding pieces of a dog all around her dorm.”