Part 1: Every Pooch Has Its' Night

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Drunk and alone, Paul Simons stumbled out of his chair. "I've survived the Iraq war, " he thought. "A few more beers won't hurt." The 57 year old man continued to stumble through the dirty kitchen of his house. He reached a grimy hand towards the refrigerator handle. Thud! A loud noise richoched through the small house. Paul grimaced. "Damn neighbors." He grabbed another beer and limped back to his recliner.
Another thud. "Turtle! Is that you?!" Paul shouted. His 3 year old pitbull, Turtle, trotted out of the bedroom, looking guilty. "Oh, its okay little guy, come here," Paul whispered to the frightened dog. Turtle sat still. "COME HERE!" The dog jumped then walked towards his owner. Paul grabbed the dog by the collar, and dragged him to a table. "You've been a bad little boy," he slurred as he picked up an empty beer bottle. "NOW ITS TIME TO GIVE YOU what you DESRVE!" The dog whimpered as Paul raised the bottle in the air, ready to smash it over its head.
"GRRRRRrrrrrrr...... BARK BARK BARK BARK!" The dog stared at the basment door.
"What in the hells?" Paul asked. He walked towards the open door, gazing into the abyss of dark. The door was opening by itself. "STAY TURTLE!!" Paul shouted. The dog walked away. Paul stopped at the door. He was getting a massive headache suddenly. He closed his eyes and rubbed them. "Oh god, my brain.." he trailed off. "Arrgh.." he groaned, rubbing more intensly. He opened his eyes. "No no no no NOOO!!!!" All he could see and hear was static. "AAAAAhhhhhhHHH!!" He stumbled with his hands over his eyes. "NOT YOU! PLEASE NOT YOU AGAIN!" He backed away from whatever he thought he saw.
Paul simmons was very misfortuanite in this instanse, because he backed into the stairwell. One of his feet found a step
leading to the basement. He tumbled down the wooden staircase, breaking lots of wood, and impailing himself several times. When the broken, mangled, bloody body reached the stone floor, Paul Simmons was dead. Turtle looked down the staircase and whined.

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