Authors note: my friend Jess told me this. Thanks buddy! :)
A man went to bed one night. When he was in bed, he heard a drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Firstly he went to the downstairs bathroom sink and turned off the tap very stiffly. Then the dripping came again. Drip. Drip. Drip. This time he went to the upstairs bathroom and turned off the tap so that no water would dare come out. Surprisingly, the drip came once more. Drip. Drip. Drip. By the sounds of it... It was coming from the old antique wardrobe near the bed. The man opened the door gingerly and then found his bewildered dog, hung carelessly from the wardrobe roof. In blood (probably the dog's) it stated: "It isn't just dogs I kill." Then the drip returned. From under the man's bed. He looked under and saw a pair of red, glaring eyes. The man was never seen again.
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DOLLY
HorrorShort and scary horror tales to silence a friend. Ever heard of the white death? Or doll toys that are alive? What would you do when babysitting a demon? All is revealed in DOLLY. And other horror tales...
