silentbob i woke up to find it in my bed. the black empty sockets glaring at me. I lie there afraid at first, contemplating how it could have gotten there...
perhaps my little brother had decided to play a mean trick. maybe he'd bought it for a dime down at the magic shop. when i got my senses about me, i picked it up and threw it in the trash.
Later i was making lunch. some sandwiches with lemonade and frito lays potato chips. The cornerstone of any nutritious lunch.
there it was again, staring at me through those empty pools of nothing.
It grinned at me mockingly as if to say, "You can't get rid of me..."
This scared me something awful. I went in the garage and buried it in the floor. it wasn't paved, it was a dirt floor. Then i pulled the car forward, and parked the front left tire right over where i had buried it.
That night i went to bed and couldn't rest easy, for i lacked the comfort of unhaunted sleep, unhaunted by disturbing dreams.

When i stayed with my aunt one summer when i was six, there was this dalmation. He and I were the best of friends. he'd follow me everywhere. Eventually the summer ended, the leaves changed color and i had to go back home. i never saw the dog again, but my aunt wrote from time to time to tell how he was doing. Well, my aunt had died recently and to this day i guess i don't really know what happened to the dog.

I woke up from the dream, streams of sweat seeping down my face. On my dresser it sat, peering at me with its little face, bleached white with time. I picked it up and walked downstairs. I went into my little brothers room and woke him up in the middle of the night, "Stop doing that, you little brat! I'm sick of this! you aren't funny at all!"
He was half asleep and rubbed his eyes and tried to see what the commotion was about, "What are you talking about? Why do you have that? Are you sick or something?"
Well i didn't know what to say. I ran out of the house and threw it in a truck that was speeding by. Then i ran into the garage and pulled the car out and dug the same spot i had buried it that afternoon. Nothing was there..just black emptyiness like the cold holes of where its eye should have been.
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