Post by Disaster <3 on Jul 13, 2007 23:18:01 GMT -5
This is a really freaky story my friend told me at camp a few years back. You'll understand my location better (mini profile) after you read it.
Once there was a little girl named Allison. Little Allison had a big dog named Charlie, and he usually slept at the foot of her bed. Tonight was a stormy night, however, so he was under the bed instead. Either way, when Allison had a bad feeling about something, Charlie knew and would lick her foot. Well, tonight was one of those nights, so Allison stuck her foot under the bed for Charlie to lick it, as she heard a strange drip
drip
drip coming from the bathroom, despite the rain. It wouldn't stop, so she decided to go investigate. She checked everywhere she could think of, the toilet, the sink, the pipes under the sink... but nothing was dripping, and the noise had stopped as well. Perplexed, she got back into bed, her food underneath it. Charlie licked it again, and the dripping stared once more, a bit faster than last time.
Drip
Drip
Drip it sounded, just like before. Again, Allison checked everywhere but to no avail. She went, once again, back to bed and Charlie licked her. The dripping began again, more frenzied than ever.
Drip
Drip
Dripdripdripdrip it called. Out of bed and into the bathroom went Allison for the final time. Suddenly she remembered that on her previous two trips she had failed to check the shower. She flung the curtain aside...
...and there was her beloved Charlie, hanging dead from the showerhead. A gash tore down his side, which was the source of the drip-drip-dripping she had heard. A note was pinned to his front, and it read:
"Killers can lick too."
Better keep an eye on your beloved canine friends, no?
Once there was a little girl named Allison. Little Allison had a big dog named Charlie, and he usually slept at the foot of her bed. Tonight was a stormy night, however, so he was under the bed instead. Either way, when Allison had a bad feeling about something, Charlie knew and would lick her foot. Well, tonight was one of those nights, so Allison stuck her foot under the bed for Charlie to lick it, as she heard a strange drip
drip
drip coming from the bathroom, despite the rain. It wouldn't stop, so she decided to go investigate. She checked everywhere she could think of, the toilet, the sink, the pipes under the sink... but nothing was dripping, and the noise had stopped as well. Perplexed, she got back into bed, her food underneath it. Charlie licked it again, and the dripping stared once more, a bit faster than last time.
Drip
Drip
Drip it sounded, just like before. Again, Allison checked everywhere but to no avail. She went, once again, back to bed and Charlie licked her. The dripping began again, more frenzied than ever.
Drip
Drip
Dripdripdripdrip it called. Out of bed and into the bathroom went Allison for the final time. Suddenly she remembered that on her previous two trips she had failed to check the shower. She flung the curtain aside...
...and there was her beloved Charlie, hanging dead from the showerhead. A gash tore down his side, which was the source of the drip-drip-dripping she had heard. A note was pinned to his front, and it read:
"Killers can lick too."
Better keep an eye on your beloved canine friends, no?