It was my first night alone, and let me tell you, I was PUMMPED!!! My family waved goodbye and left to get in the old, warn out car. Looking at it was a sight for sore eyes. The silver paint was chipped and the car itself wasn’t the best either. Dents and scratches covered the body of the car. We were getting a new one in a few weeks but for now, we had to stick with this one. The loud engine roared as it started up. “Now remember Sal, We will be back by 5 tomorrow so don’t think you can pull anything on us. No parties, boys or anything of that matter. If you need us, you can reach me on my cell. I love you honey!” my mother called out to me as she closed the door to the car. I rolled my eyes. They were going to be gone for a day. What did they think I was going to do! After I watched their car drive away, I went back inside. I felt odd, like someone was watching me, but I soon brushed it off as nothing. As I got into my pink, girly room, I sat down at my computer. As I started up the old laptop, I typed my password in and went to google. I typed up YouTube and played some music as i drew. My mind slowly started to wander off as the music played through the air. I couldn’t pay attention at the moment, so I opened one of my favorite sites, creepypasta.com. as I looked through the story’s, I found one that caught my eye. Zalgo. I had heard of it but never really cared much for it but I thought I would give it a chance. I rolled my mouse onto the link for the story and clicked it. As I read through the story, I felt a pair of cold eyes on me. I knew it was just from the story, but I felt uneasy. Once I finished, I started to draw the monster that I read about. I can’t say I’m the best, but I’m sure not the worst. I took a great interest of the piece in front of me and soon lost track of time. When I looked back at the clock, I was shocked to find it was almost 9. I continued to draw as slowly, the time got a hold of me and I felt myself start to drift to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of a screech. It was loud and high pitched. It sounded as if something was crushed or hurt badly, but I had never heard that type of sound in my life. I got up out of my bed to see if one of our animals were hurt. We have been living on a farm for a while and I knew first hand that the wolves loved to torture our animals so I thought something had gotten one of our pets or something like that. Once I got to the door, I grabbed my dad’s guns. It was his 15 year old Lupara, used for wolf hunting or large, wild animals like that. As I ran outside, and pointed the gun at a blurry, wolf like form. As I looked through the scope, finger on the trigger, I realised that it was only a dog. I lowered the large weapon to examine the animal. It was a musty blonde colour, dirty and cut up, looking as if it was in a fight of some sorts. The long blond hair covered her eyes, making her look scarier then she really was. Its pink nose sniffed the air, trying to find where I was. I knew it couldn’t see me because of the fur in its eyes but I knew it could sense my presence. It had a cut up lip and a jagged cut ripped through her soft fur, dyeing the area around it. After a little more examining I came to the conclusion that the dog was a female. I couldn’t place its breed but it was a pretty big dog. I wasn’t sure how much she would weigh but it had to be heavier than me. The cuts along her were pretty bad and after being on a farm for a while, I knew that she wouldn’t survive out her with them. I was wondering if I should just shoot it and put it out of its misery, but i knew I didn’t really have the guts to do so. I put the gun’s strap along my shoulder, letting it fall loosely around my side and approached the big dog. She seemed to back away as I came closer but she stood her ground in the end. Small whimpers came from her but she had a eager look. “It’s ok sweetie. Come on. I’ll help you out. Come here.” The dog’s tail flopped from side to side to show it was happy but barked loudly. The bark sounded like a normal dog would but something about it seemed different. The dog got a burst of energy and ran a few steps away, turning her head to look at me. “do- do you want me to follow you?” I asked. The dog barked again and gave me a facial expression that almost looked like a smile. I jumped slightly when she smiled, finding it odd that a dog could do something like that. The grin went up past the cheeks, the mouth mysteriously black and red round the sharp, white teeth that formed somewhat of a smirk. I realized this dog was injured in the mouth as well. I could walk her into town to get to the vet or something like that, but would they help her? She was a stray and the vet knew I didn’t have a dog. I took out my phone and tried to call my mom but she didn’t pick up. The line was dead. It was normal for me because of the fact we lived on a farm and we didn’t have the best reception so I didn’t think anything of it. In the end, I just sent a text to her telling her that I found a dog and was going to take her to the vet so they knew where I was. I ran back to the house and pulled out a leash. Now, I didn’t have a dog but sometimes we would put some of the animals on the leash if we needed to take them somewhere. As I walked over to the dog, I realised she had a collar. I haven’t seen it before this moment and though she may have an owner. I reached out for it and held it in my hand. It was a torn leather strap splotched of dark red. It was probably the dogs blood. The poor thing must be in so much pain. As I grabbed the once silver ornament on the front of the collar I was shocked to see what it really was- a star in the middle of a circle. Or as I knew it as, a pentagram. I remember Mom explained to me that it was the star of Satan. I felt a shiver go down my spine at the sight of the demon collar. Who would put that on a dogs collar? I didn’t pay much attention to it and put the leash on her. We walked for a while until We reached the city line. It was getting pretty dark now and the only thing lighting the earth around me were the stars and the building lights. I checked the watch on my wrist and realised it was 9:32. Shit! I have to be back by 10:45 pm or else. My parents seem to know how long I stay out till and to be honest, it kind of scares me. I remember how long my dad grounded me last time. I needed to get home soon. As we walked by an ally, the dog ripped at the leash and pulled it from my hands. She ran down the dark alley way and into the night. I was shocked that she had the strength to pull the leash out of my hands but didn’t question her. She could be in danger. I jumped out of my thoughts and ran after her in the dark. Did it have a death wish? Mom told me that dogs would wander off to die in peace. The dog’s wounds needed to be treated, and even if she was wandering off to her death, the wounds wouldn’t kill her, or at least it wouldn’t for a while. The alley had a high wire fence. The messy wires looked sharp and painful to touch. The dog sat waiting for me. I pulled the gun out from around my side and hugged it closer to my chest. I was out of breath when i got to the fence and couldn’t run if something came at me so I had to rely on the gun to protect myself. The dog cocked its head to side and pawed at the fence. It seemed to be asking me how to get in. I wasn’t scarred for the dog hurting itself more on the fence because the spot it was pawing seemed to be safe. She looked at the fence for a bit until she found a small opening on it. It seemed small but I bet she would fit. She crawled through the narrow opening and raced back into the shadows. Was it toying with me? I couldn’t unlock the lock and came to a sad realisation that I would either leave her or climb into the opening. I felt like I couldn’t leave it with its wounds bad like that. I snarled in frustration and rolled my eyes as I climbed through the gap. I wasn’t the skinniest girl, so I got scratched up a bit by the metal fence. Blood slowly dripped from the cuts on my arms and sides as I grunted and got to my feet. I lifted the shotgun into firing position and ran after the dog. It was waiting at a old church. The wood on the church seemed stained and chipped just like our car. The door of the church was open a crack and the dog slowly crawled through the door. As I ran after her, I threw open the door and ran after the canine. The church reeked of decay and death. I can’t lie, I was pretty scared but I felt like I shouldn’t show it. As I walked deeper into the church the old door slammed behind me with a thud. I let out a small scream and jumped, turning around to face the door. I started banging on the now locked door and screaming.
“WHAT THE HELL!?!?!? YOU ASSHOLE, LET ME OUT!”.
I banged my fists on the old wooded door but as I did I heard a deep bark. It was demonic and sounded like something that came from Satan himself! I turned around, tears in my eyes as I saw the dog in the darkness, its creepy grin stretching across its face. Its hair was parted and showing where its eyes were meant to be but only to find her eyes were gone and nothing but bloodied sockets were left. I screamed as loud as my lungs would let me, fear taking over me. I came to my senses and fired my gun, but the bullet either missed or went right threw her. I couldn’t tell. The dog lunged for me and pinned me to the ground, my gun falling to my side. The only thing stopping it from ripping me to shreds was my arms, holding the dog in place. “He comes. He comes. He comes.” The dog screeched. It continued to say that as it tried to bite my soft skin. I screamed again, as I felt my grip weaken and my strength slowly slip away. My life flashed before my eyes and my arms slipped allowing her sharp, blood stained teeth to clamp onto my neck. Blood poured from my body as I weakened. Life faded from my eyes as I heard the dog growl at me:
"You are trapped, Zalgo’s prey you’ll be,
Your body will decay, never ever free.
My name is TRAP; i covered you in gore,
I will return, for now I’ll roam for more.
That was the last thing I heard as my body fell limp in the dogs teeth.