The licker dog
Once upon a
time, there was a man who used to live peacefully in an isolated house in the
mountains. The nearest village was located at 20km from the house, so he used
to stay at home for long periods of time. Just him and his nice dog. He was a
very unsociable person, and his only friend in this world was his dog. It was a
pug dog, and it was 12 years old, so it was very old. He used to call it Toby
and he really appreciated him. The man had a really strange fear: he was afraid
from the dark; when the sun came down he started getting nervous, and when he
went into the bed, Toby used to sleep under it. When he woke up in the middle
of the night because a nightmare, a thunder or whatever, he put his hand under
the bed and Toby used to lick it.
One day,
while the man was sitting on his couch, he heard in the radio something about a
mad man who escaped from an asylum which was in the mountains where he lived.
He didn’t pay too much attention because he felt secure in his huge house. He
also heard in the radio that a big storm was approaching to the mountains, so
he hurried up in getting ready for it. During this night, he couldn’t sleep
very well, but every time that Toby licked his hand he felt secure and alive.
When he woke up the following day, he realized that the door lock was broken,
as if somebody has broken it with an ax, but he thought that it couldn’t be
possible. Who the hell could be walking tonight out there? The next night was
also very stormy and he felt most nervous than ever, so Toby was licking his
hand more than ever. He suddenly started feeling very thirsty so he got up and
went to the kitchen, but was walking through the living room, he saw something
hanging from the ceiling: Toby. He was hanging from his neck and he had his
belly cracked, so there was blood all over the couch. He almost got fainted, he
fell to the floor and he couldn’t breathe. He was afraid to death, he was
petrified. But the worst was when he realized about something: if Toby was dead
in the living room… what was the thing under his bed? He suddenly thought about
the news on the radio and he ran to the kitchen to catch a knife. When he got
into his room, he turned on the light and saw this written on the wall: WE, THE MADS, ALSO KNOW HOW TO LICK. He
couldn’t believe his eyes, he was so scared stiff and he heard somebody
laughing behind him and he didn’t have enough time that the mad stabbed him in
the back!
JAUME ESTELLERS
2n BATX B
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