People Lick Fingers Too
Every year in the fall, my family and I visit my cousin Lauren, Uncle Bill, and Aunt Jenny. I love my cousin Lauren; we are very close. Even though she is two years older, than me she's like a sister.
When we got there, the first thing I did was go to my cousin's room and put my bag on her bunk bed. But after some searching, I couldn't find Lauren anywhere.
"She's in the back yard playing with Sammy," my aunt called out from the living room where my parents were getting settled. Sammy was Lauren's dog. He was a big golden retriever who always wore a red collar. When I got outside, Lauren and I hugged and went back inside, with Sammy following us through the door. We ate and played -- all the fun stuff we usually do.
When it got close to bedtime, we went and got a glass of water from the kitchen. We came back and put Sammy under the covers to sleep with us and turned out the lights. We weren't that sleepy, so we just talked and told ghost stories. We finally dozed off.
I was shaken awake by Lauren because she heard something. It was like a dripping sound or water running. My cousin got out of bed and made me come with her to see what it was.
We went outside to see the water running from the hose. She turned it off, muttering that she must have left it on earlier.
We got back in her room and saw Sammy was still asleep, because the lump under the covers was right where we'd left it. We both slipped in and let Sammy lick our fingers. I smiled and fell asleep.
We both woke up around 2 a.m. to the sound of dripping water again. Only this time, it wasn't coming from outside -- it sounded like it was dripping in the kitchen. Lauren was too scared to go by herself, so I went with her.
The kitchen was pitch black. The sink was running just slightly, so we turned it off. We got the feeling that someone was watching us, so we ran to her room with the chills running down our spines. We hopped in the bed with Sammy, both a little scared, so we got the dog to lick our fingers because it tickled and comforted us. We dozed off again and stayed asleep for while this time.
I woke up to the dripping sound again. I was freaking out, so I reached for Sammy, but he wasn't there. I shook Lauren awake.
We both went into the dark bathroom and turned on the light. We didn't scream, we just stood there in shock. Sammy had been killed, his body hanging from the shower.
I slowly turned to look at the wall. In Sammy's blood, it was written, "PEOPLE LICK FINGERS TOO!"
