AN: Okay this has nothing to do with Twilight; I just really love to tell people this

AN: Okay this has nothing to do with Twilight; I just really love to tell people this. It’s a horror story and it is not mine I have just changed it. Please don’t freak out it doesn’t really belong to anyone it is just a horror thing that people always tell each other I just thought maybe people would like to read it to tell their friends.
Thanks!

Once upon a time there was a little girl name Sarah. She was often scared that there were monsters and scary things under her bed. She would call on her parents and make them search, but when they look at they found was filth.

One day Sarah’s parents decided this had to stop, so they got her a dog to help her feel better. The dog was a miracle; he went where she went, when ever she was frightened he’d be by her side. She named him lucky, for she was lucky to have such a wonder like him.

Little Lucky and Sarah would play and play, and when she would sleep he’d be under her bed. If she felt like there was something wrong or off, she’d stick her little hand beneath her bed, and if everything was fine, Lucky would lick her hand. That little gesture made Sarah feel better and she’d go back to sleep no problems.

Sarah’s parents were very pleased. She hadn’t called them for a month and three days, they all loved Lucky like part of the family. Sarah’s mom was expecting another chilled and everything seemed to be as perfect as could be.

One night when little Sarah was put to bed, Lucky underneath, her parent turned off the lights. They soon went to bed and Sarah was about to fall into a deep sleep. A “bump” and a push came from under her bed, but she thought nothing of it. Lucky must be finding a good position to sleep. The bump came again and again, and she felt as if there were something bigger then Lucky under there.

Sarah stuck her small shaking hand slowly underneath her bed. At first there was nothing, and the shaking had stopped, then all of a sudden the expected lick came. But this was different, rough almost, but again only thought about if for a moment before she figured Lucky would have not licked her hand if something was wrong so fell asleep.

In the morning Sarah woke up and went down stairs. Normally Lucky would have been down with her, so after breakfast Sarah raced upstairs to get him from under the bed.

She lifted the bed curtain and then let it drop, for lucky was dead, half eaten and covered in blood. There was a note that fell from his body and slipped out from below.

It read, “Humans can lick hands too.”

Little Sarah screamed and her parents came running only to find Sarah weeping, hugging her half eaten pup.

Hope you’re all sufficiently creeped out!! lol, love to tell people that! I made it more detailed and more like a story so it would be longer.

Vamprire’sgal

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