Not Your Dog

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It was midnight and I was home alone laying in bed. My parents had to go on an emergency trip to see my dying aunt. Even though I had wanted to go with them, they had insisted that I say home to attend school. The floor board in the hall creaks. I jump. Isn't it funny how when you're home alone you all of a sudden get paranoid? It was probably just my dog. I lay back down and go to sleep.

I wake to the feeling of my feet being licked by my dog. I kick at him and go back to sleep. The next time I wake it's to the feeling of being nibbled. I kick at my dog once more and roll over to go back to sleep. All of a sudden I feel a biting sensation on my toes. I look at the foot of the bed only to be horrified at what I see. A horrific looking creature with multiple rows of fangs and a face full of blood. I let out a bloodcurdling scream and the thing, whatever it was ran off. Only then did I look to see my sheets covered in blood... and all my toes missing.

I never found the creature and to this day I still refuse to wear open toed shoes.


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