The blonde girl sighed as she ran a hand through her wavy locks, her little black cocker spaniel was skipping off ahead in the woods and she had a huge fear that she was going to lose her beloved pooch. “Scotty!” She called stumbling over some twigs as she scanned the road frantically, hoping to God that he hadn’t wandered off the path.
No one ever wandered off the path in these words. It always scares people because you either get lost or you’re attacked by your paranoia and you think people are going to jump up behind you and attack you. Which isn’t going to happen. This area was a nice one and it was too quiet to be harbouring psychotic killers.
She called his name again, listening to his little woof. She panicked as she didn’t hear it. She decided to stand still and see if he’d come back to her.
She didn’t know how long she’d stood there waiting on baited breath for Scotty to bark. Her heartbeat had started to race as she moved around. She started calling Scotty’s name more frantically, rage rushing through her at the idea her dog would ignore.
A whine echoed through the woods and she froze, her heartbeat racing at the sound of her dog’s pained whimpering. She followed the sounds and saw him lying in a clearing, his small body shivering. She knelt down next to him and gently stroked him, her hand moving away covered in a sticky crimson liquid.
Someone had beaten her dog.
She screamed in anger. “Where the fuck are you, you bastard?”
Looking down at Scotty she saw something attached to his tail. A little white piece of paper.
“You’re next. Katie.
All my love.
X”
Her heartbeat raced as she collapsed on the floor. Who would do such a thing to her dog?
Who would want to injure her in anyway?
3 comments:
ooh poor scotty
...marks the spot.
Sweet. I'm all caught up now.
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