[Mystery] [NMS]

"My mates and I went to go see another friend who lived outside the city. His name was Jorge, great guy and we had a good time as usual. I was driving home with my other mates with me and by that time it was dark. I was driving along and suddenly the car shifted hard and came back down. "What the hell was that?" I had no idea and stopped my car. I looked at my friend Rebecca who was in the back seat through my rearview mirror. She was peering through the back window into the darkness, where the only light was coming from my tail lamps and a far off street pole. The pole was much too far away to be of any help to us. Rebecca huffs and tells me "You hit a dog.". She is a huge animal lover and scolds me for not paying attention but something feels off to me. I was paying attention and should have seen this golden retriever-sized dog before I hit it, even if it had approached my car from close up. My car wasn't very big and was low to the ground, besides that I wasn't exactly a speed daemon. Something was just so off putting about this. Rebecca was about to open the back door and go check on the dog and I asked her to hang on. I looked around and couldn't see much but there wasn't anything close enough to the road for it to have jumped out of or hid behind. I looked at the dog laying on the ground in the very dim light of the tail lamps, it was wagging its tail? I'm no animal expert but if a dog was hit by a car the last thing I figured it would do was wag its tail. It was hard to see but there was no clear depression in this large animal that should have been made by tires. This made no sense. Part of me thought I was over thinking it because it's not like accidents don't happen, but I felt this feeling eating into me that creeped me the hell out. Rebecca got impatient so I locked her door to prevent her from getting out and I sped off without saying a word. Rebecca scolded me again, more pissed this time, but looked back at the animal and all she say was "...What the hell?". I checked the rear view and the dog was standing up, bounching happily even, next to three figures of large men.

I don't take that way to Jorge's flat now and I try not to think about what would have happened if we had broken down or if I suddenly hadn't grown a intuition in that moment."