It’s dark outside and George is in bed. He has been sleeping for some time now, and so have I. I’m lying by George’s feet to keep him safe, like I do every night.
A strange sound wakes me up. I think I hear someone moving around downstairs. George and I live alone, so there must be a stranger inside. I growl quietly. I don’t think I need to wake George up yet, but I should probably investigate and make sure George’s territory is safe.
I hop off the bed and pad across the carpet. George grunts in his sleep and rolls over. I look back at him to make sure he’s okay. He’s drooling in his sleep and making a mess. George doesn’t like it when I drool on his things, but he’s the Master, so I suppose it’s okay. I snort and lick up the slobber under my lips.
Outside in the hallway, I stop. The noise is gone now, but I smell something odd. It reminds me of a rat I found rotting in the basement one time. It smells like death.
“Master! Master!” I bark, “Wake up! Wake up!”
I hear George yell, “Duke! What is it?”
A hand grabs me by my scruff and I yelp. It’s cold and I don’t like it. “Get off!”
I turn around and see the intruder. He’s the strangest creature I’ve ever seen. He looks human but has no face. The hand he touched me with is freezing cold and I can see bones poking out from under his skin. The smell is stronger now and my fur is standing up. If he smells dead, he shouldn’t be moving around like this.
I growl as loud as I can and jump towards his throat. He must be almost dead, so killing him should be quick. I miss and land on the stairs.
How did I miss? The stranger was right in front of me the whole time. I bark, “Get out! Get out!” and lunge back into the hall.
The stranger slams the bedroom door shut and disappears. Inside the room, I can hear George stumbling around, trying to find me and make me quiet. “Duke! I’m getting up. What’s wrong?”
I jump at the door and scratch at it with my claws. The smell of death keeps getting stronger and I don’t like it. “Intruder! Intruder!”
“Okay, okay! It’s alright Duke, It’s al-”
George stops speaking and I hear a crash from inside the room. “Get it off!” George yells. He’s panicking, I can feel it. I hear George’s heart beat faster and faster, and I can smell his tears. He’s crying now. “Please, god, get it off me!”
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I jump at the door again and dig my claws into the wood. It won’t move, though.
There’s another crash and I hear George screaming. I can smell his blood now. “I’m coming! Master! I’m coming!” My throat hurts from barking so loud, but I have to do something.
I hear a ripping noise, like someone tearing a shirt in half. George is choking.
“Stop! Stop!” I jump at the door, again and again. I’m clawing so hard at the door, but it just won’t open. Why is this happening?
The bedroom is quiet now. The smell of death is everywhere, and I just want it to go away. My nose is telling me George is dead, but I don’t want to believe it.
Downstairs, I hear the front door open and a voice yelling, “Police! If there’s anyone inside, keep your hands where we can see them!”
“Go away!” I bark. “No strangers!” I want to run down there and stop the new intruder, but if I leave, I might miss my chance to kill the faceless man.
“We’re coming in!” Another voice yells.
“Go away!” I jump at the bedroom door again, putting every bit of my weight into it.
“Hey bud, it’s okay…” I turn around and see a group of people at the top of the stairs. Some of them are wearing blue uniforms and the others are wearing red ones. What are they doing here?
“Go away!” I bark again.
“Look, he’s trying to get into that room,” one of them says. He pulls out a gun from his hip and I see him wave at another one of the strangers. Are they here to help?
I jump at the door again and claw it as hard as I can. A thick hand grabs me by the scruff and then one of the strangers yanks the door open. The hand lets go and I dash into the room as fast as I can.
“I’m here! I’m here!” There is blood everywhere, but I can’t find George or the intruder from earlier. Where are they?
“Holy shit,” one of the men says. “Look at the ceiling.”
I look up and see what they see. George is stuck to the ceiling, and he’s not moving. There’s blood coming from his head and something is horribly wrong. George has no face.