Submitted by: Penny
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One night a young girl is left alone for the night, in her country
house, while her parents drove out to town for a party. This was
fine with the girl, especially since she had her faithful dog
protecting her throught the night. She made herself something to
eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. Turning on the radio to her
favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulleten
declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. It advised
that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution.
With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back
doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them
one at a time. She reassured herself that she would be fine with
her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly. The
girl had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around 11
it was time for bed. So she climbed into bed, and before closing
her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her
dog to lick it-she did this every night, because it comforted her. A
short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at
her bedrooom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself
that the window was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand
under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the
palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep. An hour or
so later she sat up in bed...She heard footsteps in the hallway, and
crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning
from their party. Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was
about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip,
followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the
kitchen and secured the the taps. That surely wasn't the source of
the drip. She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly,"
she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things." She stuck her
hand under the bed, and felt the dog lick her hand. An hour later
she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed.
The dripping wasn't coming from the kitchen so it must be from the
bathroom. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into
the bathroom. She groped along the side of the wall with her left
hand, looking for the light switch. She flicked the light on and
gasped. There, hanging from the shower rod was her
dog..skinned...a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with
a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the
ground. Something on the wall caught her eye..Written on the wall
was a message in blood...."Humans can lick too."