Michele pushed open the door to her apartment with a sigh "You are being silly" she told herself "Stop freaking about living alone. You are 18 years old". She walked in and turned on every light. No sense to put herself in danger she thought to herself.
Michele had just returned from lunch with her sister Stephanie. Stephanie was the coolest, she had given Michele a bunch of her old clothing, cool clothing, and even ordered her a drink despite the fact she was only 18.
Michele started thinking her life was pretty fair, she got straight A's in college, had a sister that got her the best clothing and had just got a job a couple weeks ago busing at P3, a hip bar and night club.
Still, Michele could not shake the feeling that something was after her. For the past few weeks she had been having night mares of the Muttman, Half dog half man. It was always the same, the Muttman sneaked into her house and chased Michelle around. Yet deep down she knew it was not a dream. It always seemed to happen at night.
She had tried talking to Stephanie about it at lunch, but her big sister just told her to shape up and that she was nervous being alone at night.
Michele looked at her watch, she had 4 hours before she had to be at P3. She decided to take a nap, the last thing she wanted was to be falling asleep at work.
She had hardly closed her eyes when she heard a thumping in the living room.
"Steph...is that you?" Michelle said hopefully.
There was no answer except for thumping and louder this time.
Michele took a deep breath and headed out to the living room turning on all the lights.
That's when she saw it and screamed. The Muttman.
He...or it, was about six feet tall with dog legs, a tall skinny human body, a hairy face and two big dog ears
"Did you really think you could hide from me?" It said. Michelle stood staring trapped like a dear in the head lights
"I am calling the cops " Michelle said finding her voice.
"No one will believe you, just like no one did when you were a little girl!" the Muttman said running at her full speed. Michelle dropped to the ground as the Muttman past laughing. " You wont be so lucky next time" it said before shimmering away.
The next thing she knew Michele woke up on the floor. "I don't even remember going to sleep" she thought to herself" She glanced at her watch
"SIX THIRTY!" she shouted out load to her self
She was not even dressed and still had to catch the bus to get to work. She scrambled to get changed and ran to to the bus stop to find it pulling away.
"Dammit!" she said under her breath.
Now she would be late, and that was the second time this week. She knew she owed her boss Piper an explanation, but she could not exactly say a Muttman attacked her. Eventually she got on the bus and began to think of the time when the Muttman came into her life when she was a little girl. For a week strait it showed up every night , by the time her screams woke up Stephanie the goat boy disappeared. Eventually her family sent her to therapy. It was as if the Muttman was torturing her because he soon stayed away for good, well over 10 years at least.
She thought of the way her sisters looked at her, like she was insane for weeks and the way the rest of her family gave her looks of pity. She could not face those looks again, at six she was forced into therapy, at 18 she would probably be sent to a mental hospital.
Michele opened the back door of P3, 15 minutes late.
"You are late!" shouted piper
"I know" said Michelle quietly.
"and why are you so late?" Piper asked
"Um.. I was napping and forgot to set an alarm Michelle lied. Michelle sighed, hopefully Piper believed her; either way she felt a little more safe at her job.
