[ WP ] In the spirit of Halloween , write just an old fashioned , tense horror story .

`` It's coming from inside of the house!'' 
 
 The girl on the tv screen dropped the phone and ran, terrified and screaming. This was my favorite movie to watch this time of year. It always gave me that feeling in the pit of my stomach, that disgusting, awesome chill that was rare these days. The theaters were filled with movies about ghosts and spirits and demons. Did n't Hollywood know the scariest monsters were the living ones? 
 
 I switched off the tv, I needed to get ready for bed, but I was still on edge a bit. No matter how many times I watched this movie, it always creeped me out. I went to the back door to let in Lolli, my German shepherd. My girl, my protector. I called for her, expecting her to come running right away. The big goof was usually waiting right by the door. 
 
 Nothing. Not a noise other than the wind rushing through the darkness. I could n't see very far into the yard, and I was still too creeped out to venture too far without a light. I went to the drawer in the kitchen, to grab the flashlight. I went back to the backyard to find my dog. Had I closed the door? I could have swore I left it open. Oh, well, I was n't paying much attention. I'm sure I closed it, now. 
 
 I turned on the light and stepped out in the yard. As soon as I swung the beam of the light to the far end of the yard, something wet and heavy hit my right side and about knocked me over. There she was. My Lolli. Silly girl. 
 
 I turned and braced myself for her exuberant greeting. She did n't move. She just laid there. Well, what was left of her laid there. It was only the top half of my dog. Her guts were hanging out of the gaping area where her back end and legs had been. 
 
 I gasped, taking a few steps back, not quite understanding what was going on. What was happening? Had something big and wild killed my girl? What did I do now? What the fuck?! 
 
 I ran inside, slamming the door behind me and locking it. I was sobbing, tears streaming. My baby girl was gone and I was all alone. There was something happening that I did n't understand. What or who had done this?! I had to call the police, I needed help here. 
 
 As I shakily lifted the phone to dial, it rang. It was my boyfriends number. He was supposed to be home soon. Thank god. He would help me understand all of this and find out what happened. 
 
 `` You wo n't have time, I'm already here'', the voice that was n't my boyfriend said. 
 
 I heard the running footsteps coming from my laundry room.
