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That's Not My Dog..

I'll be back soon guys!

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It happened right in front of my eyes. A goddamn alternate changed right in front of me, and I don't think it saw me standing there too because it's white, lifeless eyes stared into mine. An alternate that seemed to be over 6 feet tall shifted into a white Husky dog in my yard. It walked around like any other dog would, wagging tail, panting, moving ears. But the eyes. Oh god. It looked like it had human eyes, and sometimes its face would glitch and show its elongated ones. Just horrible. Right now I sit in front of my desk. There is scratching at my door. 

The most disturbing thing about this...alternate dog thing is that it looked like my Husky that went missing after I let him outside three weeks ago. I finally convinced myself that night that it was safe to let my dog go out on its own. I had cleared the area with my flashlight and I saw nothing. But not even 10 minutes later I came rushing out with my shotgun in hand because of my dog's excessive barking before she let out a pained cry. 

Blood stained my grass and a big part of my tall fence was missing. It was like the thing didn't care if it left evidence behind, and it didn't care what it took to get to my dog. The break was so large, it looked like a bear took it out. But I knew better and anyone else here would too. That damned thing is trying to lure me outside, to make me think it is my girl, (D/N). I should call animal control but I know it will get those people killed, I cannot be that cruel.

It's been a few hours now and the thing is still clawing at my door. Well, now my bedroom door, where I am staying. I guess it did the same thing it did with the fence to the front door....It's starting to talk to me. It's calling to me, saying my name over and over in a.....high pitched voice. It's luring me in. But is that my baby?  I miss her so much, it has to be. She came back home safely. Oh, she's the fighter that I always knew she was. It's her!  My vision was blurred, colorful, and twisted as I stumbled over to the door. I placed my hand on the cold knob and blinked. That's not my dog.