I found myself wondering the halls of my home aimlessly in the dead of the night. I had no real reason to be awake and up at this time and yet there was an itch in the back of my mind. It was as though I had forgotten to do something important or as if I was stressed. But that was not the case this time. I had finished recording all my videos for the day, in fact I was ahead of my schedule. Everything in my life was going smoothly but that feeling never left my mind no matter how much I reminded myself of that. Chica had been awake and by my side since I started walking around. She had either sensed my uneasiness or she could feel what I was feeling. Even the thought of the second option only helped to make my uneasiness grow.

After what felt like hours, I found myself in the living room. Having found no comfort in walking around, I sat down on the couch. I figured that if anybody else woke up and found me here, I could play it off as having fallen asleep there. Chica hopped on next to me and lay down, resting her head on my lap. A small smile found its way onto my face at the thought of her trying to comfort me. We sat like that for some time, while I petted her head. For the first time that night, things were feeling calm once again. The calmness of the situation helped ease my troubled mind, if only slightly.

The calmness was interrupted soon after, however by Chica growling and bailing off the couch, running over to the glass sliding door at full speed. I had finally gotten to my feet when she started barking at something in the backyard. Without a second thought, I quickly went over o her in the hopes of calming her down before she woke up any of the other residents in the house.
She immediately went silent as I stood next to her. Curious as to what had upset my pupper, I looked outside. It didn't take me long to figure out what it as. A dark shadowy figure of a large dog stood on the other side of the glass. It seemed like it had been very interested in Chica, but was loosing interest when she remained quiet. I watched it try to get another reaction out of her for a few seconds before turning and leaping over the fence effortlessly.
Once it was out of my view, I let out a breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. I turned and quickly headed back to my room as quietly as I could, with Chica following in tow.

Spotting a hellhound this close to my home was not a good thing. It would've been okay if that was the only one in the area that night, but I found out the next morning about two separate "freak animal attacks". It was only a matter of time until one of them came. And quite frankly I would much rather give up my YouTube career than deal with any of them.

A/N: Hey lovely readers. I've been playing around with this idea for a while and I've finally put it down into words. Please let me know what you think. I love to get feedback. It really helps