Stories of the Creepypasta's

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In the summer of 1996, the town of Newport Bay was struck by an odd and gristly phenomenon. Earlier that year, the employees of a small animal shelter had been found mauled and eaten, by what appeared to be a rather large animal. The location and severity of the wounds added to the already powerful feelings of dread, fear and paranoia the residents were experiencing. Being eaten alive is often thought to be one of the worst ways to go, and while everyone has their own opinions on the worst ways to die, no one really wants to dwell on this morbid topic for long.
Those unfortunate enough to hear the news, or even worse; be at the scene and accidentally witness the bloody corpses as they were being dragged away by paramedics, were no different. It was said to have caused a lump to rise within their throats, and even the bravest of folks had grown sick and pale. But perhaps the mist unsettling fact of all, was that the animal responsible had never been found. Around the town, paranoia was beginning to take hold. Mothers refused to let their children outside to play, parks went unused, and grown men found themselves looking over their shoulders in sweat-inducing anxiety. All had only one question on their minds: Who would be next?

Sarah Rose Phillips was an aspiring young student, eager to make her lifelong dream of becoming a veterinarian a reality. She was currently attending a small community college, after just graduating high school. It was her freshman year, and she had yet to command the respect of her peers, even though her knowledge and experience far exceeded most of her classmates, or even her superiors. Sarah was a savant when it came to animals; possessing a knowledge beyond that of books and study. Since the time that she was small, she had always had a deep-rooted affinity towards them.

Be they cats or horses, birds or wildlife, the girl from that unknown southern town had always been around them. Her father had been a renowned horse trainer, back in their rural Texas community, readying the proud steeds for shows around the country. Sarah loved all animals, especially horses due to this. But the one creature that she felt the most kinship with, the species that she herself wanted to devote the rest of her life to, was the dog. Everything about dogs fascinated Sarah. Their unquestioned loyalty, their intelligence, and their warm and loving eyes. Because her father was always consumed with horses, and her mother’s bad case of allergies, the young woman had never owned a dog, and she had always felt like her childhood was somewhat lacking for it.

This was partly the reason why she had never objected when her school had suggested that she enroll in a volunteer program, although such a program would have been easily passed up by the more uppity students. A job working at a shelter that specialized in rehabilitating abused and neglected dogs. Sarah would not be training or otherwise working with these poor souls, but rather be put in charge of the less appealing, yet just as important parts of dog ownership. Cleaning the kennels while the dogs were away being walked, feeding, and hosing down the excrement that they left behind. Despite the lack of pay for such a disgusting task, it was oddly one that the young woman relished. Because this was sadly the closest that she had ever been to having her own dog. On the morning of her first day, Sarah had to wake up earlier than usual, as the shelter required kennel workers to be among the first staff members to arrive. She clumsily slammed the sleep button on her alarm clock, rose from the bed and began to dress for the day. She looked over at the empty bed across from her own. It was nearly the end of the school year, and she had never been assigned a roommate.

Odd, for a community college that often had issues with crowding. But she had made friends outside of her lonesome dorm; Freddy, a first year tech student whom Sarah swore loved Star Trek more than life itself, a pleasant fellow named James, who could always lighten the gloomiest of days with a simple joke, and Emily, a petite girl with an assertive mind and a loud voice that barely seemed fitting for her small and delicate stature. She had told her friends all about her new job, and they were very excited for her. Emily had even suggested that they all go out that Friday to celebrate, a suggestion that Sarah more than happily agreed to. Sarah looked herself over in the mirror of her small bathroom. She looked as though she hadn’t slept in weeks, with thick dark circles clinging under her groggy eyes. She poured some cold water and splashed her face, jolting her body awake.