"Feed the dogs!" My mom called from the kitchen.
"Going!" I replied, walking into the living room where my dogs usually were. "Dolan, Lady!" I called from the doorway. My dogs didn't come running. I walked out down the hallway to my bedroom, opening the door.
"Dolan? Lady?" I asked, but to no response. I began to get a bit worried but perhaps my dogs were hiding elsewhere. I went into my parents room, and Dolan and Lady still weren't there, even the bathroom, the kitchen, everywhere. But not the hall closet... I walked to the front of the hall and prayed they were there and hadn't gotten lost. And well, my prayers worked. But what I saw was terrifying. Dolan chomping down on Lady, who was dead, taking out her organs and chomping them down. There was blood all over the floor, walls, and clothes. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my whole body shaking. Dolan whipped around, his fur coated with blood, fangs out, and eyes just pure white. My heart raced and I backed up, but long, sharp fangs dug into my ankle, along with excruciating pain. I fell and was dragged inside the closet, the same fate as Lady.
