this is an urban legend that we all probably know and have said it at all of the sleepovers and ghost story telling sessions we've all been to
There used to be this girl, she was a really nice girl, and she had everything she ever wanted, a great family, great school marks, great boyfriend, the whole shabang, and she had a golden retriever called molly.
Ever since she was a little tike and woke up in the middle of the night with ngihtmares, Mlly would help her...Molly slept under the girls bed and whenever she was scared, she would stick her hand down under the bed and Molly would lick it, to let the girl know she was safe.
One hot night when she was awoken by a noise it wasnt her ceiling fans clicking it was more like a door hinge creaking, she gasped and hid her head under her blanket, she slowly creeped her hand from out under her covers, and slid it under the bed...Molly licked it, and the girl went back to sleep...
Not long after the girl had fallen back to sleep was she woken up again by a stranger sound than before, a slinging sound, again she gasped and hid her head under her blanket, she slowly creeped her hand from out under her covers, and slid it under the bed...Molly licked it, and the girl went back to sleep...
It was nearly dawn now, and the girl was awoken by a strange dripping sound, she felt sweaty and wet, it must have been a bad dream, and because it was hot, she wiped her face, it was wet...she heard the dripping sound again and having heard such disturbing sounds in her room all through the night, she hid her head under the blankets and cried, before slowly putting her hand under the bed, and feeling that reassuring lick from underneath the frame...again the girl went to sleep.
Once the sun came up, and light filled the girls room she sat up in bed, yawned and stretched her arms before rubbing her eyes and opening them to look around the room. As she opened her eyes, and looked down at her blanket, the soft pink pattern that was on her covers had been replaced by dark red oozings of blood...she looked down at her hands, dried blood caked their surface, looking towards her ceiling, turning around and around, swinging and swaying was her dog Molly's head...still dripping with blood onto her blanket...and on the wall facing her, written in blood, scrawled from one end of the wall to the other were the words...
HUMANS CAN LICK TOO...
