1 week earlier
Frankie had found the dog barking outside and with fear, anxiety, and confusion serving from him, he had gotten close to it and noticed how clean it was. How could a white dog keep so clean in muddy times?
Close enough to see into its eyes, the way they glisten at him, an open window shows in its eyes, of that mixed color of a creepy brown and black. Creepy yet pretty they looked.
If anyone saw him, they would have wondered what he was doing that far, if he has lose his mind. Bending over resting his hands on his old knees he looked at it. It seems to suck him in, leaving him in a trance until he heard the voice.
He jumps back only to hear it.
"No need to fear me, I'm here for your own good, why no one never believed that? I wonder," It had said shaking its head and hopping off further to the back out of sight. The voice came out deep and strong; that of a man, not a little boy anymore.
He followed with curiosity looking behind to see if Deborah was watching him. He didn't trust her one bit. He then followed the dog and stopped to look at it.
"What do you mean by 'why no one ever believes? Is it the first time you are talking to someone?"
"First time? My boy, I've been hopping into dog bodies for years."
"What?"
"You think am just a normal dog huh? You are wrong, I was spellbound into this body for decades and now I need your help, am tired of begging people to help me."
Frankie desperately shook his head and begged God to wake him up, from his nightmare.
Maybe it's the fight of the battles getting to my head
How can I tell my wife this whole thing isn't real?
No, it is real
"I was put here years ago by your grandmother Frankie Cain Thomas."
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The Man and the Talking Dog✅
FantasyA long time ago, Stories would spread that there was a talking dog, a dog that roams the city. It was a story that was used to scare kids to bed at night. The grown-up didn't believe, but an elder did and he got proof because the dog spoke to him. T...
