Horror stories (1)

Just keep walking

        Just keep walking. Don't look back. I read these words carved into a lamp post. 'This is stupid' I think 'who would take time out of their day to do this?' I brush it off, though, it gives me a small sense of  horror. 'don't be ridiculous' I scold myself 'It's just some idiot who had nothing better to do.' I keep walking until I get home.


        My house isn't that big, but it's home. It's just one story, all basement. I guess you could say that my house is a bit of a hobbit hole. it was carved into the side of a hill then covered in dirt. I step through the door and am immediately hit knocked to the ground by my dog, Carver, he bombards my face with drool.
"Carver, down boy" I laugh into the big pile of fur and love "you want a treat?" with my question we jumps off and sits and pants, drooling more than ever.  I throw him a chunk of meat and he wolfs it down in one easy SLOMP.  I take my muddy old boots and socks off and let my feet sink into our shag carpeting.
"I had a rough day Carver" I tell him as I sit down into my recliner, which I'm sure is about to fall apart at the seams. At the mention of his name, Carver walks up and puts his head on my knee. I start rubbing his ears gently.
"did you have a good day boy? Of course you did, you're a dog. All your days are good days."
Carver gently crawled into my lap and I soon fell asleep under his weight and warmth.



        when I wake up, Carver is gone and I'm cold. so I stand up and walk to my room. In my room, I hear a thump coming from the kitchen