The rain poured through the windows as a little girl named Abby grabbed the raw piece of meat, put on her raincoat and made her way to the tree house in the garden. She looked around and heard whining, finding the pet she'd been feeding this whole time.
"Hello, Bitey," she said, throwing the meat. It rampaged the food, tearing it apart, chewing it roughly. She looked at the rain outside as the creature barked and threw the bone. She moved closer, trying to grab the bone and while not paying attention, the pet moved its mouth closer, its nose and whiskers brushing against her hand. And as she pulled the bone, white teeth were about to clutch onto her arm just as her mother yelled her name. "ABBY! It's time for dinner!" she exclaimed, Abby standing up fleetly.
"I better get going, have to go eat," she said, the pet whined again. "I'll see you tomorrow, I promise," she reached her arm and its tongue manoeuvred from her fingers all the way up to her neck, Abby taking a step back. "I swear, every time your tongue gets longer... Wonder what kind of dog you are, Bitey?" she curiously asked, Bitey not responding. "Abby! Home. Now" her mom said, sternly. Abby bolted back home, the lightning flashing.
The bike ride home was awkward as Maryne layed her head against Tracey's neck, preventing her eyes from closing as she just kept seeing the creature, close to devouring her. She looked at every corner of the road, hoping that it wouldn't attain them while driving through the night. She let out a heavy sigh, walking over to the door. "T-Thanks guys... I'll see you guys next time," "Yeah... How are you holding up?" Magdalene asked, scared.
Maryne processed her thought and said, "Surprised Lishawn was right," and the rest of the group laughed. She instantly ran to her room and cried, holding the pillow right. "Did you see it?" Lishawn asked, Maryne nodding. "How did it look like?" "Scary and... Hungry," "Did you see its teeth?" Lishawn asked, curiously.
"Kinda... Let's just say, I was about to be its dinner," Maryne said, they laughed. "How are we going to tell mom?" she asked. "We can't. She won't believe us or she won't believe you and say I'm telling you lies. For now, we just have to figure this thing out and hopefully get the authorities on our side," "Yeah, that's a-" Maryne's phone rang.
"Oh, hey guys,"
"Meet us tomorrow, we think we've found something,"
"Okay, cool. Catch you guys later," Maryne said, hanging up.
"Get some rest. You've experienced enough," Lishawn said, heading back to her room.
"AHH!" they screamed as they ran around chasing each other. The other kids were busy throwing water balloons while the others played tag and hide and seek. The bell rang and Abby's mom gave the Instruction for lunch as the kids grabbed their plates and headed out to eat. Abby remembered the thought she had yesterday and placed her plate on the grass. "I have a dog, guys," she said, smiling.
"Really? Where?" One of her friends asked. "In my treehouse. After daddy died, I used to go there and cry, hoping he would come back but then I heard something breathing and when I took a closer look, it was a dog," she said, wiping her tears. "Are you sure it was a dog?" "YES! I've been feeding him and every time I do, he licks my arm with his long tongue," "No dog has a long tongue, dummy," a girl said. "Yes, they do. Idiot. That's why their tongues stick out of the car while driving. To show it off," "Urgh, I don't have time for this boring story. I'll be in the house," the girl said, standing up and walking away.
"I want to see it," the boy said. Abby wasn't ready to show anyone the dog but when she heard it whine, she agreed. "Okay, but only for a couple of minutes," "YAY!" They cheered, climbing up the ladder. Abby closed the door and the kids were faced with the dark corner, liquid flowing from the corner. "That's it spit... It's hungry," Abby said, taking out a piece of sausage and some French fries. She held her hand out and a reddish tongue made its way around her arm, pulling it back as the saliva left stains on her hand, taking the food.
The other kids sat in awe, their faces blushing. "That dog does have a long tongue," the boy said, the rest laughed. After feeding it, one of them got curious and wanted to see it for themselves but they hesitated when Abby went behind them. "It's okay, it's friendly. It won't bite," she said, confidently.
The boy moved closer and placed his hand out, closing his eyes. The dog then licked his hand and placed its paw there as the boy giggled and rubbed the paw. While going back, he accidentally cut his finger and his blood dripped. "Ow!" he said, the rest of them huddling around him. "Your dog has sharp claws," he said, they laughed. The blood ran to the corner as they heard sipping sounds, echoing throughout the treehouse. The kids got scared and began to fret.
"Is it... Is it drinking his blood?" "What, no! My dog will never do that," Abby said, confidently. She looked and was stunned to speak as she couldn't believe the sounds she was hearing. She quickly ran to the corner and tried beating its head as the dog hissed. It then smacked her with its paw and she had blood dripping down her cheek. The kids got scared as they held Abby in their arms. "I'm leaving," one of them said, attempting to open the door but didn't want to. "It doesn't want to open!" she yelled, simultaneously trying to open it. They froze when the dog stood up, its white-red teeth doubling as it erected.
The boy took out his scissors and threw them to the dog it grabbed it and destroyed it right in front of them. The darkness of the corner started taking over the treehouse as the kids kept backing up for the light till it faded away.
Complete darkness.
In less than a minute, the creature attacked them all. Screams overtook the treehouse as Abby kept feeling a splash of something smack against her skin. She tried covering her ears but it did not work as the girl without an arm used the one she had left to clutch on Abby's and begged for her to help as the creature grabbed her legs and dragged to it, more splash of the liquid hitting Abby.
The screams stopped as Abby saw a hint of light near the door. She quickly tried to open it but the creature threw her against the bark of the tree and focused its attention on her. When she opened her eyes, she didn't see a dog, she saw a creature with multiple teeth so red they needed bleach to be white, eyes blood red hungry for blood and lastly, the paw she thought she held, a hand with six fingers and long claws as the creature wiped the blood dripping down her cheek and licked it, exposing its multiple teeth.
Abby screamed as the creature opened its mouth and prepared to devour her, the hint of light reflecting off its red-white teeth. Before it could clutch her head, the door slammed open as the creature screeched and it fell back into the darkness, the light from the door showing the scenery of her friends torn limb from limb, their bones separated and lastly, blood flowing from all of them.
Abby then looked at her arms and they were coloured with blood. She then remembered the car accident she had with her father, where his blood was splattered on hers while she cried, at the age of ten. Suddenly a hand pulled her and arms wrapped around her as they warmly comforted her and she finally cried, snot and tears falling down her face. Another person wiped the blood off her cheeks and hand, putting the bandages over the wounds and leaving the treehouse.
When Abby gave one last look, they were gone. Her friend's bodies were gone and the corner that was so dark gained a lot of light. She just placed her head back on the person's shoulder and continued crying. The parents started yelling the kid's names as the others called the cops and the mothers cried.
Maryne met with the trio as she got on the bike and drove off with them. They routed on a field filled with mud, she wondered where they were heading. They then passed their school as she became concerned. "Hey guys, where are we going?" she asked, no response. When she tried asking a second time, she was shocked to see the last place they'd bring her. The factory.
"If we're going to find out more about this thing, we have to go to where it all started," Tracey said.