What the hell did I let into my shop? : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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I have a bad habit of staying out late working in the garage. For background, I have a small workshop in my garage where I spend most of my time working on and building things. I can (and often will) open up both garage doors to help the space feel less claustrophobic and allow me to see out into the front yard and the street below. This is how it was tonight and I was enjoying the ambience of rustling leaves and the goodnight song of birds as I worked when, suddenly, everything went quiet. It was as if somebody hit the damn mute button on the television. I could feel a million eyes on me through the open garage doors, a stark contrast to the freedom and serenity they usually bring. As the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, I felt all of my senses heighten until a lone bark pierced the silent night as the pomeranian from down the street erupted into barking. I noticed I was whitenuckling my hammar and slowly loosened my grip as I calmed back down. Seconds later I heard the muffled barks of my own dog from inside the house and the familiar sound of the front door unlocking as my parents let him out to go… communicate with the dogs down the street. I decided that was enough work for the night and began packing my tools away as I have school tomorrow and wont be back in the shop for about a week. As I walked up the stairs into the house, I turned around to give one final once over to ensure everything was stowed away properly when I saw the damdest thing. My dog was standing ontop of my dads car, looking back at me and seeming to hold a smile behind his deep blue eyes. I chuckled to myself as I walked inside to get my cellphone to take a picture. Just as I crossed the threshold into the house I tripped over something small brown and furry. Laying on the ground I came face to face with my dog, a look of horror plastered on his face as I looked back at him through his hazel brown eyes.

“What the hell” I thought,

when suddenly, like a freight train slamming into a car stuck at a railway crossing, a thought hit me, my dog doesnt have blue eyes, he has never had blue eyes. What the hell did I just let into my shop

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