"Mom I ok, it's fine. It's my second day of living in this house alone, don't worry," Wendy comforts her Mother. There's two peoples throats were cut open by something. Her mom thinks that it's a wild beast and she's worrying about it. When Wendy is sad she lays on her bed and puts her hand under the bed, the dog licks her hand and makes her feel a bit better. She heard the door open, puts her hand under the bed and the dog licks her hand. She hears the stairs creak, puts her hand under the bed and the dog licks her hand. Hears a crash, puts her hand under the bed and the dog licks her hand. She hears a noise from the bathroom; this time she didn't put her hand under the bed. She walked to the bathroom, slowly. Opened the door. CREAK! She saw her dogs neck slit open and a cushion shoved up its ass, and written in the dogs blood on the mirror was: humans can lick too. DEATH!