AN: I almost didn't do this short as I have already written a Scruffy story (see "A Terrier's Tale"). But I find it alarmingly easy to slip into this – I guess I've had terriers in my life for too long! I'm pretty sure I know how they think (I love my Cairn Terriers – think Toto). And I like writing Scruffy! Somewhat shorter than the others but that's okay – he is a dog after all.
I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading and the lovely reviews. You guys are great.
GAMM Little Story Collection
Story 3
The House
By Dark Poltergeist
I don't like that house. There is something wrong with it. It is sad and angry. It doesn't feel right.
I get out of the car with my family and they are excited to be here. They say there is a lot to do and they happily unpack the car. I am wary and try to warn them that something is not right, but they do not listen.
I need to know what is wrong so I stay outside and study the house. There is something there.
At last I see him, lurking on the balcony overlooking the yard. I bark, trying to warn my human. He is there and he is not friendly. We must leave.
They ignore me and they scold me and continue to take things into the house.
I try to drag a bag back out into the yard and Carolyn scoops me up and brings me in the house, shutting the door behind her.
This is not good. I bark at the door. We need to leave! Don't you see? He will hurt us.
I turn and look up the stairs and see him standing there, an angry look on his face.
Very well. If we will not leave I will have to protect my family.
I charge up the stairs barking as loud as I can. They have to know he is here. Why can't they see him?
He glares at me but fades away and I feel happy.
Take on a terrier, will you? You will not harm my family while I am on patrol.
I do not see him the rest of the day, but I feel him. I remain vigilant, a dog must protect his family.
I do not like it when I am put in my crate at night. How can I protect anyone from here?
He is in the house again and I start to bark. The one called Carolyn finally puts me in a room by myself and shuts the door, telling me to behave.
Why won't she listen to me? What is wrong with them that they do not take a terrier seriously?
I am smart, loyal and I only want them to be safe. Annoyed I growl softly, rumbling under my breath as I close my eyes.
I can do nothing now. It is best I save my strength for the next day.
My family is important and I will protect them. It is the terrier creed. But I also love them.
I feel no discord in the house, only puzzlement, some confusion, and a resigned acceptance. Perhaps he is not as fierce as he seems, certainly not a terrier type.
I settle in for the night, content that for this night at least, my family is safe.
