Okay, there's this one story that I heard from my friend. You might have heard about it but owell somewhere there is a person who hasn't. Okay, it goes like this:
Margerate Olsen had just bought a new house after she had turned 19. She had lived with her parents in their mansion and she decided it was time to move out. From their huge fortune, she was able to buy a large house for herself and her loving dog, Max. He was a huge St.Bernard, and she had had him ever since she was 7. He was a good dog, and he had been loyal to her for a long time.
On their first day at the house, wierd things started happening at night. Her lights would flicker on and off for no reason. Her window would suddenly be open. But no matter how scared she was, she would tell herself it was just her imagination. But whenever she would be scared, she would stick out her hand to her dog. And she would feel comforted as her St. Bernard licked it as if he was a friend trying to calm her down. A few nights this would happen, but she would just feel better when her dog would lick her hand and when the daylight would shine through her house and greet her cheerfully in the morning. But on one night, all of that would change.
On the 6th night of her occupancy at that house, she would hear the same little sounds, the window accidentally opening, her bed creaking whenever she would change positions, but of course, none of that mattered, she would just stick her hand out and do the same thing. What was wierd is that somethinge else began to bug her. She was hearing the sound of a drip
drop
drip
drop
drip
drop
But she figured it would just be the faucet in her bathroom, and she would just fix it tomorrow, it was no big deal. But deep down she knew the truth. The truth was, she was just plain afraid to get out of her bed. She once again stuck her hand out and felt reassured once her dog came to her aid. But for some reason, throughout that whole entire night, she could here the sound...
drip
drop
drip
drop.
The next day, she got up and felt better when she felt the sun in the room. Her dog was gone, she figured he would already be downstairs waiting for her to feed him. She smiled at the thought and put on her slippers. But then, she forgot about that sound...
drip
drop
drip
drop.
She was right, it had come from the bathroom. She walked towards the room, and what she saw devastated her and she shrieked.
Hanging from her shower, was her dog, he was hung by a mysterious rope, with a slit across his throat.
Drip
Drop
Drip
Drop
The sound of his blood dripping on the floor made her sick to her stomach. She turned around to face the mirror. She was ready to call the police. But, there was something else in that bathroom.
A message
To her
Saying:
Humans can lick too.
