Creepypastas Smile Dog Novels & Stories

A man with moustache and beard bent over under the bed. “Come here, little doggy. You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday night.” A pair of violet eyes stared back at the man’s onyx eyes. The gaze was droopy. There was no excitement at all in them, and the little creature looked tired. He reached out to the puppy slowly with his gloved hand. “Come on.” He smiled, trying to be friendly so that the cute puppy wouldn’t be afraid of him and would want to come out.

He and the rest of the men who had been speaking all froze, eyeing their comrade who made the deduction from the corner of their eyes, then quickly back to the rapidly approaching bundle of joy. "Fuck me.." Some great final words if I do say so myself. "MROOOAR!" Cuddles paws still outstretched, sweet adorable smile went super sized and that girl wasn't bringing no fries or shakes, only that sweet cute smile.... Cute in a I'm gonna eat your fucking face kind of cute, as her smile was one of a free meal.

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

We went and sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting patiently for Will. The door knob creaked and we expectantly looked. Simona stepped in and Eliza groaned loudly “do we have a dog in here?” Simona asked sarcastically “of course we do... It just stepped into the living room” Eliza answered and I laughed under my breath “you punk!” Simona cursed “OMG Marigold! It talks! A talking dog! Guinness book of records has got to have its picture in it. A plumb, short and ugly dog”

My roommate, Jessica Miller, kept a pet dog in our college dormitory. Out of consideration for everyone else, I bought her a crate and told her that letting the dog roam freely would frighten the other residents. She lashed out at me. "Chloe, how selfish can you be? Would you like it if I locked you in a metal cage? I've had him for years. He doesn't hurt people, so stop worrying over nothing." During a dorm inspection, her dog suddenly lunged at the dorm supervisor. I desperately pulled the dog away, but the supervisor was still left covered in wounds. The incident went viral online, yet Jessica claimed that I was the dog's owner. My other roommates were threatened into silence, while

As he pulled a piece of quekiam into his mouth, he engaged the vendor in a conversation. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” he asked with the quekiam still in his mouth. “Sure! What is it?” Jake swallowed the piece of food then said - “I mean this is really just out of the blue but have you seen a dog somewhere around here?” “There are lots of dogs roaming around here! All of them are Askals looking for food. I’m sure yours is a pure-bred? Did you lose it?” “Oh, it’s an Askal also, really small, really ugly dog.”

And I kept going North for some reason, until my brain started to process thoughts again, and chose to come here. “Woof!” A fucking dog suddenly barks right next to my ear, scaring the bejeezus out of me. The puppy — a ridiculous, cherry-red bundle of fluff, complete with padded vest and tiny boots — stares up at me like it owns the mountains. “Good boy,” comes a voice, sarcastic and icy. I turn my head to face the very last person I ever want to see. “That’s his cadaver signal. Guess you look and smell like a fucking dead corpse.” He smirks, as if my literal soul isn’t already on fire.

Annie said softly to herself, frowning as she looked at Andy. Andy just shook his head as he continued working on his computer, waiting for Madison to finish taking the call. She was on the phone for several minutes while she took the caller's information. When she finally did hang up the phone, she let out a deep sigh as she turned toward where Andy and Annie were sitting. “You two are not going to believe this one,” Madison said as she began writing something on a scrap of paper. “This woman says that a, and I quote, ‘sage green puppet with teeth’ just tried to eat her dog. Which one of you wants to take this one?”

“Oh let me see these free rangers you speak so highly of.” Doctor Goodman looked in and his smile widened. He had a weird creepy smile that reached from ear to ear. He then he began to chortle. “ You have out done yourself self this time. They are absolutely beautiful. But something changed in his expression. He sniffed the air in the van. “They are not full humans.” He sniffed the air more frequently and deeper. He climbed in and got real close to Cassia. He then took a really deep breath. “ She’s mixed. What house did you steal her from Dodger!?”

“NOW!” I sigh as I let my bones break and shift and walk in. He smiles as he grabs my food bowl and dumps a can of dog food inside, “Here’s dinner. Eat up.” I look at the slop and comply but there’s a knock on the door and the aroma of real food dances through the room.