[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

Lester was exhausted by nightfall. It had been far too long since he could remember going this long without a night's rest but ever since the other night Samson had done nothing but follow and watch Lester's every move. There was no sign of emotion in Samson, those cold steely grey eyes unblinkingly taking in everything Lester did throughout his day preparing for the coming winter storm. 
 
 That damned veterinarian had no idea what she was talking about either. Samson was n't fine, the dog had n't eaten, slept, drank, or even gone to the bathroom in over 24 hours. Lester could feel his blood boiling at the thought of that woman trying to tell him Samson was depressed, what a crock. 
 
 Yet there was Samson, still watching Lester as he prepared to get into bed and finally call it a day. Pausing for a brief moment he'd glance over at the dog, contemplating going through another night of Samson sitting right beside his bed and watching him sleep. It unnerved Lester. With a low growl and a grumble Lester approached the dog taking hold of its collar and guiding it toward the bedroom. Samson offered no resistance, simply following along and looking up at Lester the entire time never breaking from its unspoken task of always watching Lester. 
 
 Once outside the room Lester bid Samson good night and closed the door thinking this would be the end of that bother. Within seconds he was settling into bed and feeling the cooling embrace of his untouched pillow envelope his head. After the night prior this was the most comfortable he'd been in a bed since before Betty had... 
 
 No Lester was n't gon na think about her now, it was n't worth the heartache and he needed sleep far more than he needed to miss his wife. 
 
 Then he heard it. A low scratching sound like nails being drug over the bedroom door from the other side. Lester shook off his near slumber and strained to hear the sound again as silence crept over the room, only the sound of the wind rattling the windows filled the small cabin. 
 
 There it was again only this time slightly louder. Or was it Lester was just listening it for this time? He was n't sure but he knew he had heard something and now he was sitting upright in bed. Every muscle in his body strained to hear anything which might indicate the source of the sound beyond what he already knew was causing it. 
 
 This time he distinctively heard it and certainly louder than the last time. Something sharp was being drug from the top of the door down to the bottom very slowly and with increasing force. 
 
 Lester rose from the bed and approached the door as silently as the old cabin could allow him. There he waited until once more the clawing sound was heard, much louder and heavier than before. Without a hesistation Lester took hold of the door knob and yanked it open as his other hand instinctively shot out into the darkness to hit the light switch just outside the room. 
 
 Samson sat there staring up at Lester as if he had n't moved at all while the door had been closed. Nothing else was there, no marks on the door, nothing. Lester had n't been hearing things... had he? 
 
 Leaving the light on Lester retreated inside the room and closed the door behind him. A thin beam of light could be seen around the frame of the door with a thick band being cast from the crack beneath the door. A shadow announced where Samson sat, apparently still staring right where Lester was on the bed. 
 
 For nearly 10 minutes Lester fought to stay awake but eventually sleep pulled him down. His head bobbed then settled back onto the pillow, eyelids drooped and closed, Lester was nearly completely asleep when the clawing sound once more returned though now it sounded as if it were truly digging into the wood. 
 
 Shooting upright in bed Lester searched for the light from the door in the darkness but found none. Eventually his eyes located the door in the darkness yet no light could be seen from the other side. Again the clawing sound emerged from the other side of the door and Lester was on his feet marching right across the room to the door. 
 
 Again he wasted no time in pushing it open expecting to find a dark hallway only instead to find the same scene he'd left moments prior with the light on, Samson sitting there, and nothing out of place. This time Lester was certain someone was messing with him but after a quick search of the living room, bathroom, laundry room/storage, and ensuring all doors and windows were locked Lester knew it was only him and Samson inside the cabin that night. 
 
 Once more Lester stepped back into the room and closed the door, taking only a few steps back to watch this time making sure he did n't miss anything. It took only a few seconds but the shadow cast by Samson seemed to suddenly grow and encompass the entire door frame blocking out all the light. Lester froze at the sight, his mind racing for any explanation for how this could be happening. 
 
 Before he could think of any explanation the clawing sound returned, this time loud enough to cause Lester to jump and nearly call out in fear. The wooden door was definitely being carved into, he could hear the wood giving way and being peeled away each time the claws were drug down the door. 
 
 Slowly he approached the door once more, this time kneeling down to look underneath the door to see if anything at all could be seen through the darkness. Nothing. Try as Lester might he could n't see anything. It was as if all the light had been sucked from the area leaving behind only an inky blackness. 
 
 Suddenly Samson was throwing himself against the door, snarling and gnashing teeth at the small crack where Lester was trying to peer through. Light flooded back through as if it had always been there and Samson had been attacking the door for a few moments now trying to get at Lester who toppled backwards at the sudden attack. 
 
 Samson did n't relent either. The door shook and creaked as the Weimaraner repeatedly threw itself against it. Briefly Lester reached for the knob to try to calm the canine but the attack seemed to only grow more intense the closer Lester got to the door. 
 
 Moving as far away from the door as Lester could he'd curl up in the corner, facing the door, shotgun cradled in his lap, another sleepless night ahead of him as Samson refused to quit trying to rip through the solid wood door.
