Lili Foster

Lili Foster

Every night after school, Lily Foster would fall asleep on her bed and let her bare foot hang over her bed. Usually her adorable dog, whom she dearly loved, would lick her foot, and then she would fall asleep.
One Tuesday she came home from school to find her parents gone, and a note on the table explaining that they would be back later that night and were sincerely sorry that they had not had the chance to tell her beforehand. Unconcernedly she watched TV for a while and crawled into her bed. Her dog licked her foot and she went to sleep.

Drip, drip, drip.

Lily snapped open her eyes, listening to the dripping noise that echoed throughout the house. A faucet must be dripping somewhere, she told herself, but nevertheless she got up to investigate the noise. Lily checked all the faucets. None of them was leaking, so she crawled back into bed. Her dog licked her foot and she went back to sleep.

Drip, drip, drip.

Slightly annoyed, Lily awoke again to the gentle dripping. She checked all the faucets, and yet again none of them was dripping water. Her dog licked her foot and she went back to sleep.

Drip, drip, drip.

Lily, tired of the noise and wanting very much to slumber peacefully, once again checked all of the faucets. Then, she realized that she had accidentally skipped checking her bathroom. As she stepped into the room her body was flooded with numb shock and disbelief.
Her dog was hanging, unmistakably dead, from the ceiling, and his blood was dripping slowly down and hitting the floor. She glanced at the wall and open her mouth in a silent o. Written on the wall were the words:

PEOPLE CAN LICK, TOO.

A man had been under her bed, licking her foot.

Drip, drip, drip.