• It was cold windy night, and Alice was in her bed, reading a novel. She lived alone, in a small house, out in the middle of nowhere. She has no need for comany, expect for her little compaion Scruffy.
    she knew she was all alone, and if anything were to happen, she would have no one to call for help. Therefore, whenever she got a little SPOOKED, she would put her hand by the side of the bed, and Scruffy would like her fingertips. this comforted her. However, if the dog happened to not be there, he would be across the room near the fireplace.
    One night, Alice was listening to quite music and she heard soemthing rumble outside. Taking into account that no one lived around there, it could not have been a person. She ignored it. But soon, the sound came again, and there was a big CRASH in her kitchen. She didn't move a mustle, to scared of what might come.
    she slowly reaches her hand down for Scruffy to lick her fingers, and he does. she let out a sigh of relief, her fears were all off a sudden, gone. and she was calm again.
    with her dog stil licking her fingers, she looked over toward the fireplace out of habit.
    a jult of panic toar through her!
    there, sitting by the firplace was none other than her dog...
    DUN DUN DUN!!! biggrin