Midnight Growl

A noise disturbed Christen and she woke with a start. She could hear a growl coming from the hallway.

“Wake up,” Christen hissed at her sleeping husband, “Baby's growling. I think someones in the house!”

Fear was overtaking her, she could feel the beating of her own heart. She looked towards her husband in the dark, who hadn't roused at her plea.

“Jimmy!” She said as loudly as she dared, at the same time ripping back the sheets. She went to grab him and her hand met hair, and a warm sticky substance.

Tearing her hand away, she switched on the bedside lamp to see Baby lying there with vacant eyes, blood still flowing from her butchered body.

Screaming, she jumped from the bed and ran out of the room, forgetting what had woken her in the first place.

Turning into the hallway she came to halt, falling to her knees in fear as she saw a naked man standing in the shadows. With a snarl he started to approach her, his face a mess of dog fur and chunks of flesh. He grabbed her by the hair as she tried to run. Her husband was hungry.

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