creepy pasta: my dog. ch 4: minding the monster
warning: may contain strong language.
it was dark, the inside of my room was always like that at night. I remember being scared of the dark when I was younger, and I still am. but it was no longer the dark me and my friends were scared of. we could here scratching noises on the walls and screams coming from outside. that THING was still out there, we were scared, but we defenently not defenseless. I got my grand daddy's old shot gun from the attic from whenever he and dad went hunting. I was nervous and the shot gun was shaking in my hands because of it, suddenly, we heard the door bell ring, and the scratching and screaming had stopped. we all looked nervously at the door and then each other. "you go get it" Mix whispered to me. "nuh uh! you go get it!" I said. but, I looked at the door, then at my friends, I took a deep breath, then slowly walked towards the door. I was shivering the whole time at what we might find at the door step, prayin