[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

I am lounging on the couch, reading a book when I hear the creaking and rustling of my Dog, her name is: `` Britta'', a Welsh Terrier, exiting her enclosed wicker basket. 
 
 She's heading from her basket to the kitchen, presumably for a bite of dog-food. 
 
 I hold out my hand to her: `` here girl''... she ignores me, she kept on trotting, towards her bowl in the kitchen... I continue reading, thinking to myself...'' Then not, no scritchums for you.'' 
 
 I craned my head towards the kitchen, trying to get a glimpse of Britta, seeing nothing, turning my head towards the wicker basket... a Vase with fake greenery where the Britta's basket used to be... then I remembered... 
 
 Britta has been dead for over 2 years. 
 
 *True Story*
