Smile Dog Creepy Novels & Stories

My fingers hesitated on the edge before tearing it open. Photos split out. Dozens. I sifted through them with slow hands. Pictures of enormous creatures, some sleek, some hulking. Fangs exposed. Eyes glowing. Some red. Some gold. All vicious appearing looking dogs. My breath caught in my throat. Confused. I looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. “What is this, Jim? Dogs?” I asked, lifting a picture and turning it sideways with a raised brow towards Jim. He stepped forward, his tone changing. Soft. Dark.

I stepped out into the chilly evening air and headed toward my truck, I heard a ruckus of laughs and barks. As I approached, I was shocked at what I saw. Dingo was bent over making ridiculous faces at Biscuit who was doing his best to lick his way through the window. “I’ll never get all the drool off the door, you know that right.” I chided as I walked up. He looked like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar and laughed. Good lord, I could never be mad at that handsome face. He flashed me a charming smile and I felt my face flush. Again!

"Looks like you can't cook even if you wanted to." Footsteps came from behind me. Adam walked into the kitchen. As he approached, that oppressive feeling struck again. But he didn't look at the refrigerator. Instead, he suddenly frowned, his nostrils flaring twice, as if sniffing some scent. Then he showed an extremely disgusted expression. "What is that smell on you?" His voice was cold as ice shards. I instinctively sniffed my sleeve. "Oh, it's disinfectant smell, and dog scent. There were several big dogs at the clinic today who were particularly clingy. I played with them on the floor for a while..."

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”

Raymond is still standing there, giving me a stiff smile. I ring the doorbell. He is still there. When will he leave? "Woof!" Startled, I turn around and see a labrador standing near Raymond. The labrador has a red collar around its neck. Raymond is also watching me with a creepy smile. I hear the sound of the door unlocking. I pull open the door and step into the house, closing the door in the next instant before my brother can see anything. I lock the door as quickly as I can.

The dog was sitting pretty somewhere and when I stared at it, she immediately made a gesture with her hands, warning the dog. “Stay,” She warned and it immediately obeyed, wagging its tail. Who knew such a scary dog could behave? “I'm sorry about that, the dog is a bit crazy.” She apologized like she was embarrassed. “It's okay, thanks. What's up? Why did you bring me here?” Then she eyed me suspiciously before a crazy smile adorned her lips. “What are you doing here? That's what I should be asking you” She placed her elbows on a cupboard that was high enough to fit her arms comfortably as she stared at me, amusement playing on her face.

I said to Night, and he wagged his tail. Liam laughed when he saw Night wagging his tail. Imagine a scary and tall Lycanthrope, but smiling with a wagging tail, tongue out, and those damned cute puppy eyes! “Night, could you stop acting cute?! You are ruining our image!” I shouted at him.

He opened his mouth eagerly, and I tore off a piece of duck in disgust and threw it over. He got it right, chewed it in his mouth like a big Wolf dog. Especially the way he was now half crouching in front of me, I even had an urge to touch his hair, maybe he really would suddenly grow a tail behind him, wagging happily. I let out an unrestrained snort. He smiled back. "You smiled." "So what?" "You have a beautiful smile," he said. "You should smile more, not frown all the time."

I pretended to have just regained consciousness as I said with a pained expression, "Owen, what happened just now? My stomach really hurts!" Owen patted my back gently, showing a tenderness I had never seen before. His voice sounded choked as he said, "The witch examined you just now. Our pup is gone." I pinched myself and forced out a few tears. Upon seeing this, Owen cupped my face and kissed the tracks of my tears. "Ivy, we'll have another pup. I'll stay by your side until you fully recover." At that moment, a phone rang, again and again.

Suddenly the dog walked away from me so I frowned. "Follow the ... The dog." I looked at Creed who was now crying. I followed the dog with my forehead wrinkled. Why are they crying? What makes you cry? Suddenly the dog stopped in front of a woman with her back turned, she was wearing a white gown, long curly brown hair and white skin. I stood up straight feeling a strange feeling. My heartbeat quickened as I looked at the woman who had turned her back. I swallowed and looked at Creed's behavior next to Leana, Leona and papa who were also crying. I wrinkled my forehead. What's going on? Why are they weird? Why are they crying?