The skeletons in my closet are a little less metaphorical than most…
The Skeleton Dog Creepypasta
In the shadowed depths of a forgotten graveyard, a chilling legend lurks. It is said that a skeleton dog, its bony frame clinking like shattered glass, roams the tombstones at midnight. Its hollow, crimson eyes glimmer with an unnatural malevolence. This spectral hound, eternally cursed, stalks those who dare enter, seeking souls to add to its ghastly pack.
One night, a brave visitor wandered into the cemetery, guided by morbid curiosity. As the clock struck twelve, the sinister canine emerged from the darkness, skeletal jaws dripping with spectral drool. With a ghastly growl, it lunged, its maddening barks drowning out the visitor’s final scream.
Now, the legend endures, a warning to all who dare to step into the graveyard after dark. Beware the skeleton dog, for it hungers for your soul, and its bony embrace is inescapable. #cursed #paranormal