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Post any scary/creepy or weird stories that have happened to you.
Not my story but my buddy told me this happened to his friend a few years ago (don't believe him but it's still a weird story nonetheless)..
A woman a young woman has the love of her life leave her for another woman after years of dating. After her boyfriend left her, she started to feel really vulnerable at night. Call it paranoia, call it what you want, but she always just never felt....safe. She was just used to having a man in her apartment, and couldn't get used to the loneliness.
So she went down to the local humane society, and she found a gorgeous red nosed Pit Bull. After spending weeks getting her dog acclimated to her apartment, she has built up trust with her dog, and he guards the end of the bed. Months pass, and it's the same routine. She falls asleep around 11pm after walking her dog, and he sleeps at the foot of her bed. Any noise, no matter what, will wake her dog, and she starts to feel protected. Usually the noise is the floor settling, a neighbor moving in their apartment, and her dog will calm her by slowly moving up, and gently licking her land.
With a sense of security back in her life, she is sleeping better, shes more confident, and plans on renting a house so her dog has a place to run around when she is at work. But oddly one night, the routine changes...
She hears a noise, like something walking in the hallway slowly. She half opens her eyes, still groggy from sleep. She hears a slight dragging sound, and her blood runs cold. Shaking, she reaches down, praying that her dog will lick her hand, and let her know it's all in her head. With a icy cold trembling hand, she reaches down the bed, to thankfully find the warm, moist few quick licks of her dog after a slight pause.
She slowly returns to sleep, but is awakened an hour later. More confident this time, she keeps her eyes closed, her breathing in check, and reaches down the bed. Sure enough, a few soft licks, and she knows that all is right in her world.
BAM! She is startled awake, now petrified by the noise. With thoughts running through her head, she looks over at her clock. 3:01am. What could cause that noise? Wait...where is the dog? She reaches down, but her protector isn't there anymore. Where did he go? He couldn't have run off, I would have heard him!
She gets out of bed, and walks into the hallway, slipping on a cold liquid. Groping for the lights, she hits the switch, but nothing happens. She feels along the walls, heading for the bathroom...still squishing along through an unknown fluid. Terrified, she slowly rounds the corner in the hallway, and what's this? Why is the light in the bathroom on? She knew she turned off the light...it's not like her to leave it on.
With a heartbeat like 1,000 rock concerts playing in her ears, she touches the warm door handle, and slides the door open. She drops to the floor, crying, seeing her dog, hung by his neck, having bled out into her bath tub. She screams, looks at the floor, and realizes she has been walking through the blood trail someone left as they walked out of the room.
Slowly she looks up at the mirror on the wall....and written in blood is a simple, yet terrifying phrase. The last letter trails off into a bloody handprint...."Humans can lick too"
Not my story but my buddy told me this happened to his friend a few years ago (don't believe him but it's still a weird story nonetheless)..
A woman a young woman has the love of her life leave her for another woman after years of dating. After her boyfriend left her, she started to feel really vulnerable at night. Call it paranoia, call it what you want, but she always just never felt....safe. She was just used to having a man in her apartment, and couldn't get used to the loneliness.
So she went down to the local humane society, and she found a gorgeous red nosed Pit Bull. After spending weeks getting her dog acclimated to her apartment, she has built up trust with her dog, and he guards the end of the bed. Months pass, and it's the same routine. She falls asleep around 11pm after walking her dog, and he sleeps at the foot of her bed. Any noise, no matter what, will wake her dog, and she starts to feel protected. Usually the noise is the floor settling, a neighbor moving in their apartment, and her dog will calm her by slowly moving up, and gently licking her land.
With a sense of security back in her life, she is sleeping better, shes more confident, and plans on renting a house so her dog has a place to run around when she is at work. But oddly one night, the routine changes...
She hears a noise, like something walking in the hallway slowly. She half opens her eyes, still groggy from sleep. She hears a slight dragging sound, and her blood runs cold. Shaking, she reaches down, praying that her dog will lick her hand, and let her know it's all in her head. With a icy cold trembling hand, she reaches down the bed, to thankfully find the warm, moist few quick licks of her dog after a slight pause.
She slowly returns to sleep, but is awakened an hour later. More confident this time, she keeps her eyes closed, her breathing in check, and reaches down the bed. Sure enough, a few soft licks, and she knows that all is right in her world.
BAM! She is startled awake, now petrified by the noise. With thoughts running through her head, she looks over at her clock. 3:01am. What could cause that noise? Wait...where is the dog? She reaches down, but her protector isn't there anymore. Where did he go? He couldn't have run off, I would have heard him!
She gets out of bed, and walks into the hallway, slipping on a cold liquid. Groping for the lights, she hits the switch, but nothing happens. She feels along the walls, heading for the bathroom...still squishing along through an unknown fluid. Terrified, she slowly rounds the corner in the hallway, and what's this? Why is the light in the bathroom on? She knew she turned off the light...it's not like her to leave it on.
With a heartbeat like 1,000 rock concerts playing in her ears, she touches the warm door handle, and slides the door open. She drops to the floor, crying, seeing her dog, hung by his neck, having bled out into her bath tub. She screams, looks at the floor, and realizes she has been walking through the blood trail someone left as they walked out of the room.
Slowly she looks up at the mirror on the wall....and written in blood is a simple, yet terrifying phrase. The last letter trails off into a bloody handprint...."Humans can lick too"