Me and my sister were sitting at the couch at around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. My dog tends to scratch at the door when she needs to go outside. We both hear scratching at the door.
"Go let the dog out!" my sister joked. I had sprained my ankle a few days earlier. I rolled my eyes and she got up to get let the dog out. She turned to me and looked right at the space next to me.
"Never mind, the dog's right there."
I turned and pet the dog.
"Then what was scratching at the door?"
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A Short Scary Story: The Scratching
Short StoryA short scary story by me, based on what happened this morning.