A DEMON RESIDES within Chip’s soul . His mood flip–flops and the faint sound of wind chimes announce his appearances . Chip is a bushy black dog of questionable ancestry . One night on a walk ; dark forces awaken .

  Chip pulls the chain taut like sledding huskies, tail high, seemingly happy, but with Chip nothing is certain . Midnight nears, the Projects quiet : only the jangle of the dog tag in the night chill .

  Suddenly, infrasound vibrates through the chain, then swells into a ferocious growl . Chip wheels around in attack mode, fangs gnashing. Sensing danger behind, Chip fends off an ambushing dog pack .

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