The Trent's were never good parents, their only daughter (Emily) was always left home alone. Now 13 she insisted that her parents bought her a dog as she hated being alone. They obliged as they were in a rush and gave her enough money to go to the animal shelter. 3 weeks later she was sat on her bed with her new Labrador (Buster). Drip drip drip. She heard the dripping and went into the bathroom and makes sure the taps are off. There off and it's completely silently. Slightly scared she goes back to her bedroom and pets Buster. About 3 minutes later the dripping starts again. Drip drip drip. So she heads down into the kitchen and makes sure the taps are off. The taps are off and it's completely silent. Scared she heads back upstairs and sits on her bed. Busters no where to be seen and she's absolutely terrified. "Buster" she whispers. Drip drip drip. Again she hears the dripping and now realises the it's coming from her closet. Silently she creeps over. She opens the door and sees Buster hanging with blood dripping onto the bottom. Inside the back In blood says your alone again. Then there's a creak behind her...
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My book of horror stories
Short Story❝𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔❞ Currently rewriting