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human
>this goes on for a few seconds that seem a bit longer than usual
>i don't feel anything but my buzz, still feeling good
>the dog does not have any defining features that stood out, just jet black, sharp ears
>i am near sighted, glasses etc but the eyes seemed normal
>at that point i was over it and just mentally 'whatever'd' and turned back to my door
>opened it, entered my domicile 
>enjoyed the rest of my night without any thought of the black dog
(the next day)
>a normal sunday
>that evening the apartment complex was plagued with constant power outages
>PG&E citing transformer issues
>a storm also was about to hit pretty big in the later evening
>the power finally fixes itself around midnight
>rain hits hard
>pouring
>i have a covered balcony so i blast a cig enjoying the ambience
>the lighting at night is pretty generous at the apartment complex
>balcony is at the end of a narrow yet long garage lane
>garbage dumpsters at the end in an enclosed holding space
>apartments across from me mostly quiet, blacked out
>couple balcony lights on down the way
>as im about to flick my cig like a littering degenerate i see it again
>stalking through the pouring rain below me
>what a strange coincidence
>the black dog
>its rear is to me as it is walking
>i thought it didn't even look wet, at least from what i recall
>it stops and turns to look up directly at me
>'You again' i said softly to myself
>this time it doesn't stare me down
>it regards me briefly and continues on
>weird
>i go back inside and lock my balcony door, i usually don't
>a few days pass
cont.
gpt
>returning from a Costco run i noticed a shit ton of police, two ambulance, firetrucks, etc
>something must of happened
>the day goes on, slow and steady
>into the evening, sirens
>not unusual in suburbia at the edge of a city
>ignore it
>but they get closer
>the building across from me is bathed in blue and red
>more cops, firetrucks, ambulances
>shit happens, life etc, i wonder what happened for a moment like any human and my thoughts go elsewhere
>days turn to nights, the weekend is at hand
>my washer/dryer had been acting up in the past and refused to work that morning
>i call maintenance
>usually guy shows up, young dude
>we know each other visually over the years
>arrives to fix it up but also has a satchel of letters
>'Here, we are putting these on doors now but I can give you this one now,' he says
>rummages through for my apartment number, like it mattered if all the letters are the same as they usually do
>I take it and put it on my counter and let him do his thing
>he finishes, something about a bad starter or something, will put in a work order to get a new one in the next few days
>before he leaves i ask him as cool as I can
>'What were all the cops and ambulances for?'
>he pauses a moment, prob wondering if he should even say
>'A tenant had a heart attack unfortunately.'
>'Are they okay?' i ask
>'I don't think so, I believe they passed away,' he replied moving out into the hallway, i grab the door to prevent it from closing completely
>'That sucks, what about the other time that evening?'
>'I shouldn't say but don't repeat it to any of your neighbors,' i didn't talk to them much anyway so I agreed, 'A woman committed suicide, pretty wild stuff.' 
>he seemed like he wanted to get going and so he left
>i finish my laundry because it decides to work
>day turns to night
>go out for a friends birthday
cont.
human
>returning full of food and buzzed, choking on a cig i ascend my stairs
>i reach the 2nd floor and turn for the 3rd floor stairs, up i go
>i finish my cig so i discard it (everything is open air by the way)
>give it a stomp
>fumble for my keys and pull out my phone to reply to a missed text
>slowly trod up the stairs to my landing
>reaching the final step i release the text into the ether and pocket my phone
>there it is
>close
>sitting, regal
>the black dog
>there was enough space for me to move past it
>it was close enough to take it all in
>jet black, brutal ears
>the eyes were a muddy yellow
>groomed and beautiful, mouth shut
>it looked like something you would see in some kind of idealized renaissance painting of a lord and their dog
>i put myself at the top of the stair and it watched me
>i looked at it further, i wasn't sure what to do
>my adrenaline started pumping erasing whatever buzz i had left from the party
>i don't recall feeling frightened or any crushing amount of dread
>i just felt inferior, below it
>standing in the presence of something greater than myself
>like standing in an ancient ruin or church
>it doesn't move but i see it looking
>feel it looking
>the paws are handsome, there is no single hair that is stray or unkempt
>the same feeling of wanting to speak to it comes over me, like the first time
>'Let me pass.' Out loud
>i feel like my words are emptied into a vacuum
>it stares at me for a few more seconds and tilts it head sideways, every so slightly
>i didn't pause and took it as an affirmative
>i moved around the corner to my door, keys in, door open
>inside
>door closed and locked
>my hand hurt because i was gripping my keys into my skin so hard while i was standing out there in the hall with it
>i wanted to look in the peephole in the door because i know i can see the direct area the dog was sitting
>i get ready for bed, feeling suddenly drained
>i sleep well, dreamless
gpt
cont. from 
(the next day)
>i wake without any remembrance of the black dog
>saturday this time, normal as ever
>the day goes on
>while washing dishes i see the envelope from the apartment complex
>drying my hands, i open it and read
>a basic template letter about animal safety and keeping animals leashed at all times, respecting apartment policy regarding dogs and maintaining the specific dog walking areas of the complex
>how strange
>that evening i get a call from my father
>'Anon, Uncle Anon fell and is in a coma. Doesn't look good, he's on life support and Aunt Anon and Cousin Anon (daughter) are going to make a decision tomorrow,' it was his older brother
>that particular Uncle was a cool one, so we chat for a while about him and his life
>the same Uncle Anon shared a passion for audio and music, which was my career
>so we were moderately close and he was always fun at family holiday parties and get togethers
>but that Uncle Anon had some dark issues, a secret alcoholic life, things that compounded over the past two years that I warned my father about
>and warned him if nothing was done it would end badly
>Uncle Anon being up in years and older, refused help and even did so at a family intervention
>the next day comes with no call albeit feeling a bit bummed about him being in the state he was
>On Tuesday I receive another call from my father
>'Anon, Uncle Anon was taken off life support this morning and passed shortly after.'
>'I'm sorry Dad.'
>we talk fondly of Uncle Anon, my father never being one for tears, seems disappointed and frustrated
>that night i dreamed of the black dog and it spoke to me
>but i forget what it said now
human




well that was underwhelming
gpt
yeah and it read too much like a shitty novel.