Creepypasta Stories Smile Dog Novels & Stories

I smile, I don't show even a small part of alteration. His smile fades into a grimace of disgust. "Tell me at once why you have come" let go quickly" you have already made me waste a minute of my valuable time, to have been able to have given it better to my dog, because he does know how to be grateful to people.

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

What used to be a dog—a creature that possessed the hollow, rotting eyes of a dead thing—is smiling. It wasn’t a baring of teeth. It was an expression of pure, predatory amusement, its lips pulled back so far they tore at the corners of its mouth, revealing layers of glistening, raw muscle beneath. It held that smile, static and frozen, while its head twitched with insect-like precision. "They're starting to wake up," the stranger noted, his voice devoid of emotion. Inside the paddock, the silence broke. The sheep began to moan—a low, discordant sound that wasn't animalistic, but unmistakably human. The sound of a thousand people drowning at once.

"No, no! It was no ordinary smile, Alpha. It was....dark and brooding. It was something I have never seen before." "It was horrifying!!" "The look alone makes me have visions of being murdered in 70 different ways!" "It was a Killer's Smile, Alpha. Something that you don't want to see. We had no choice but to flee." The kind processed and made sense of their words. If what they said was true, then this girl alone made four strong members of his pack flee with their tails between their legs with a single smile. "Is she a supernatural being like us?" "I don't think so, Alpha."

Black Dog blew a puff of smoke after walking up front while glaring at Harvey York, who was having his tea. Kamishita was lying on the ground like a dead dog in front of Harvey, occasionally twitching his body. After Harvey finished his tea, he raised his head and glanced at Black Dog. “You’re Briewood Gang’s lackey?” he calmly asked. “Oh! So, you know who I am?” Black Dog exclaimed with a peculiar tone while showing a wretched smile.

Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’

Not even the eeriest face on earth, which stood only a few feet away from me, could evoke a fearful response from my depressed zombie brain. “Greetings, little duckling. You have arrived on time.” Madame Long opened up with the creepiest grin. It only missed her ears by a mere inch. I didn’t know she could smile so wide. Also, her rotten teeth were an eyesore. My brain may have become immune to many things, but not disgust.

Sitting there on the tile floor, completely focused on her food, like nothing else in the world mattered. That’s when I smiled. The first real one in a while. “Smile,” I whispered. She looked up at me. “That’s your name,” I said. “Smile. Because that’s what you make me do.” She gave a soft meow and kept eating. The next morning was a Saturday. No work. No plans. I wrapped Smile in an old hoodie and took her to the vet. The clinic was quiet when I got there. Just a couple of people in the waiting area, holding small dogs or carriers. Smile stayed calm the whole time, curled against my chest like she trusted me completely. That hit harder than I expected.

she added and then sighed. ”How does smiling her make her different?” I asked her and she sighed. “I thought she was just pleased to hear the story. But the next day she killed our dog. When I asked her why, her answer was that he can now become a star,” she explained. My eyes widened when I realized what she was saying. This story, only a child could believe such a story. Once you grow up you realize that some things are bullshit. I would never believe some sob story about how people who die become stars.

Panting. I couldn’t take my eyes off those luminous eyes. Wild and tauntingly mesmerizing. And because I was sure as hell, they were the dog’s eyes. His seemingly soft hair reached past his shoulders, the same color as the dog’s. I closed my eyes and shook my head to wipe that image off my head, but once again, my eyes were locked with the man’s eyes. “Oh, fuck it!" I exclaimed, delirious. "No way! Did the dog just turn into a human? What fuckery is this?"