The Dog and the Graveyard
One night, we were going to the park at about 9:00 pm and it was dark. On our way, we had to pass a cemetery. While we were walking by, we saw a cute little doggy running around and barking. We thought it was cute and laughed as we watched. We went to pet it, but as we got closer, we could see a little boy of about six or seven sitting down watching the dog. We went up to him and asked if he needed help. He wouldn't look up at us, but answered no really aggressively, so we just walked by him to get to the dog. He THREW a rock at me! We turned around to tell him to stop, but he was gone. We just figured he must’ve run away, so we decided to keep going, but when we turned around he was staring at us with a sad look in his eyes. We felt so bad for him. He threw another rock at me, and I said, "What did I do?"
He screamed, ”LEAVE MY DOG ALONE!"
We left the cemetery, only to have him follow us! We started to run at this point. We got to the park, and he was still trailing behind. Tabby said just to ignore him, but I couldn't help it. I turned around and ran after him, shouting, "LEAVE US ALONE!" He ran towards me as soon as I ran towards him. When he reached me, he ran right through me!
We never saw him again, but every time we head towards the park, Tabby and I both hear the words, “LEAVE MY DOG ALONE," followed by the cute little dog from the cemetery running by us. It creeps us out to this very day
