63 THE BLACK DOG  

jasonabadboy4u 30M
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6/3/2006 6:19 pm

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63 THE BLACK DOG

63 THE BLACK DOG
It was eleven O' clock at night. Peter Rothberg was in bed
on the second floor of the old hose where he lived alone.
It had gotten so chilly, he went downstairs to turn up the
heat. As Peter was on his way back to bed, a black dog ran
down the stairs. It passed him and disappeared into the
darkness. "Where did you come from?" Peter said. He had
never seen the dog before. He turned on all the lights and
looked in every room. He could not find the dog anywhere.
He went outside and brought in the two watchdogs he kept in
the backyard. But they acted as if they were the only dogs
in the house. The next night, again at eleven O' clock
Peter was in his bedroom. He heard what sounded like a dog
walking around in the room above him. He dashed upstairs
and threw open the door. The room was empty. He looked
under the bed. He looked in the closet. Nothing. But when
he got back to his bedroom, he heard a dog running down the
stairs. It was the black dog. He tried to follow it, but
again he could not find where it had gone. From then on,
every night at eleven, Peter heard the dog walking in the
room above him. The room was always empty. But after he
left, the dog would come out of hiding, run down the
stairs, and disappear. One night Peter's neighbor waited
with him for the dog. At the usual time they heard it above
them. Then they heard it on the stairs. When they went out
into the hall, it was standing at the foot of the stairs
looking up at them. The neighbor whistled, and the dog
wagged its tail. Then it was gone. Things went on this way
until the night Peter decided to bring his watchdogs into
the house again. Maybe this time they would find the black
dog and drive it away. Just before eleven he took them up
to his bedroom and left the door open. Then he heard the
black dog moving around above him. His dogs pricked up
their ears and ran to the door. Suddenly they bared their
teeth and snarled and backed away. Peter could not see the
black dog or hear it, but he was sure that it had entered
his room. His dogs barked and snapped. They darted forward
nervously, then backed away again. Suddenly one of them
yelped. It began bleeding, then dropped to the floor, its
neck torn open. A minute later it was dead. Peter's other
dog backed into a corner, whimpering. Then everything was
still. The next night Peter's neighbor came back with a
pistol. Again they waited in his bedroom. At eleven O'
clock the black dog came down the stairs. As before, it
looked up at them and wagged its tail. When they started
toward it with the pistol, it growled and disappeared. That
was the last Peter saw of the black dog. But it did not
mean that the dog was gone. Now and then, always at eleven,
he heard it moving around above him. Once he heard it
running down the stairs. He never managed to see it again.
But he knew that it was there.


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