I do not own the scary story here either. You might recognize it, as it is well known. I got it off of Yahoo and changed it a bit to fit the time frame. If I got something wrong or missed something while modifing it, please tell me
Arthur looked worryingly at his wife, wondering how she was holding when he himself was scared, though he would never admit it. But Merlin gave almost no break before launching into yet another story, skillfully manipulating his audience.
"This shall be my final story before I end, so listen carefully."
Everyone looked like they did not want to listen carefully, skip over the scary parts, and maybe sleep peacefully that night. But they needed to know more, hinged upon Merlin's words. Merlin looked around, amused, even though he didn't show it on his face. This was why he loved telling ghost stories, knowing that he had them in his palm and that he could influence their emotions. It might sound a little too much like Morgana, who loves to inspire fear, but it was a completely different branch of fear. They could snap out of it any moment they wanted to, but they didn't.
"One night a young girl, Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her house, since it was the all the servants' day off, and her parents went out to town to visit her uncle. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her through the night. She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. She heard a knock on the door. It was the village runner, who's job was to spread news across town.
"He told her that there was an insane killer on the loose. It was advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them one at a time. She reassured herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway.
"So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for bed. She went to her bedroom, and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to lick it- she did this every night, because it comforted her.
"A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedroom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep.
"An hour or so later she sat up in bed...She had heard footsteps in the hallway, and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from her uncle. Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the laundry room, the only place in the house with water. But there were no buckets of water leaking, and no clothes dripping. That surely wasn't the source of the drip. She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly," she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things."
"She stuck her hand under the bed, and felt the dog lick her hand. An hour later she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed. The dripping wasn't coming from the laundry so it must be from somewhere else. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into the kitchen.
"She groped along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for a torch. She lit the torch and gasped. There, hanging a beam in the ceiling was Scout, her dog -skinned- a pool of blood had formed on the floor with a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the ground. Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can lick too.""
This is the creepiest story by far. Brrrrrr. It's short, yet super effective. Now I'm going to go and read something nice and fluffy seeing that it is 11 o'clock and I am writing this in total darkness and I'm kind of freaking out from the story. Goodbye fellow danosaurs. (BTW, look up danisnotonfire, seeing that he is the best youtuber in the history of the world. Join and be a Danosaur. One of us. One of us. One of us. Sorry, off topic)