I like a story I do…
So, when I was at school, there was this girl who was left alone at home because her parents worked late all the time. They bought her a wee dog to keep her company. It was cute! I remember this time she told me that one night she was awakened by a constant dripping sound. She got up and went to the kitchen to make sure the tap was turned off properly. As she was getting back into the bed she stuck her hand under the bed and the dog licked it reassuringly.
The dripping sound continued, so she assumed it was the tap in the bathroom and went to make sure it was turned off there, too. She went back to her bedroom and again stuck her hand under the bed, and again the dog licked it.
But the dripping continued, so she went BACK to the kitchen and the bathroom and checked the taps out again. She came back to bed, stuck her hand under it, and the dog licked it again. Usual.
Still the dripping continued… drip, drip, drip…
This time she listened and located the source of the dripping- as strange as it was, it was coming from her cupboard.
She got up.
She switched on the light.
She opened the cupboard door…
There was her dog- hanging upside down, throat cut.
Screaming, terrified, she turned to run out the bedroom just as she heard a whisper from under the bed hissing the words:
“People can lick too…”