Short Horror Stories

Humans can lick too

As a young woman/man living on your own with your dog Rufus, it can get scary after dark. Luckily, you have Rufus to keep you company. Whenever you are too scared in bed, you reach down your hand under the bed so he can lick it and reassure you that you are safe.

One night, a gust of wind comes through your window and knocks something off of a bookshelf. Rufus is there to comfort you.

Another night, shadows in your room play tricks on you. Again, Rufus is there.

This becomes a nightly routine, but you are fine with it. Everyone gets scared. On Sunday night, you hear dripping coming from the bathroom. It's only the tap, so you just reach your hand under your bed. Sweet Rufus licks your hand and you smile.

The next morning, you call a plumber to fix the broken tap, as it won't stop however many times you re-tighten it. As usual, you go to bed that night and try to sleep.

But the dripping came back.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

It's taunting you. You got it fixed earlier today, how can it still be going? Your hand is wet from Rufus having to comfort you so much that night. Eventually, it gets too annoying. You climb out of bed angrily, thinking: "That bloody plumber can't do his job..."

You open the door to the bathroom. What you see next breaks you heart. Rufus strung up with wire in the shower, his blood dripping down. You burst into tears and fall to the floor.

Wait

If Rufus is dead, what was licking your hand? Trembling with fright, you walk back to your bedroom. Smeared on the wall in blood, a message read:

"Humans can lick too, beautiful."