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. She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen
table. She heard a radio bulletin warning that a murderer was on the loose
and advising people to secure all windows and doors for safety. 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 retired to bed around 11 pm. She climbed into bed and reached
her hand down under the bed to allow her dog to lick her hand.
A short while later she awoke to the
sound of a scratching noise at her bedroom window. She eyed the window and
reminded herself that the window was locked. 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."
