Shelly had just graduated from the prestigious college, Harvard. She got her own apartment when she graduated as one of the many gifts from her family. As another gift she got S'more. S'more was a brown lab that could only be described in one word; beautiful.
A couple years later, S'more had grown up and was a very well behaved dog. She would sit in Shelly's bed and would lick her hand. S'more was so happy because they got a huge yard with the new house that they just bought.
Life went on for a while and then Shelly met someone. She met a boy who was charming, nice, and loving. But something changed in him and he started hurting Shelly, and S'more would protect her. Shelly tried to escape but he kept coming. She finally got a restraining order on him and she thought it was all over.
One night she heard a dripping noise.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
She got up and checked her bathroom to make sure the shower and the sink weren't running. Then she went back to bed. And she felt a lick. She knew it had to be S'more.
Drip. Drip. Drip. She heard it again. This time she went downstairs to check the kitchen and the bathroom. Nope. Nothing. She went back up stairs. She got in bed and felt another lick. Shelly was the kind of person that was bothered by not having an answer.
Shelly then got back up and started listening to the walls in case a pipe broke. As she got near her closet, the dripping got louder and louder. Drip. Drip. Drip.
She opened the door to find in her horror S'more hanging from a rope with all her organs spewing on to the floor. The dripping sound was S'mores blood dripping from her slain body. She screamed. On the door in her blood read, Shelly, Humans can lick too. Something moved from behind her. That was the last thing she remembered before the knife plunged into her back.
