I walked downstairs and noticed the TV screen blearing at me and then the news came up. It was talking about a serial killer on the loose they were acting as if it was an even more deceitful twin double of ted bundy.
Feeling sleepy, I made my way upstairs before making sure all the windows were locked, the doors too.
"Goodnight coco", I said to my dog before Knocking out as soon as my head hit my pillow.
Two hours into my refreshing sleep, I could ere the not so relaxing sound of the tap dribbling. But I remember shut my taps off? I guess not?
I shut every tap before climbing into my comfort cloud. I put my hand behind my bed looking for a reassuring lick from my dog, coco, and received one.
The next morning I saw blood splattered and smeared across the closet then I slowly opened it in tremendous amount of fear. Then I saw my dog hanged upside down. The blood read "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO! "
I know that nobody is reading my book currently but this is the most creative iv been in months
