INITIAL STORY BY SHELLEY

I felt a presence in my house. I knew it was the man who shot me, but what I didn’t know was that it was coming back. Looking up the 1stairs, I saw the dog that was just standing there, staring at me 2
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STORY #1 (16 tweets, 5 participants)

I felt a presence in my house. I knew it was the man who shot me, but what I didn’t know was that it was coming back. Looking up the 1stairs, I saw the dog that was just standing there, staring at me 2 The dog portended great danger. I reached out a hand, and the creature drew its lips back in a silent snarl. 3It snarled at me, and chortled, as if to say, 'I am going to kill the dog, and as far as I can tell, only the dog is in 4the house.' I was so shocked I couldn’t see what was going on, but I knew it was there. The dog seemed to grow larger and larger, and 5with each step the dog began to 6 form into my Grandmother. Her old body. His hungry face. 7Panicked I ran towards the door, and it was locked. My Grandmother stood there for a moment, but not before looking deep 8into my eyes, hissing and barking. She then disappeared into the darkness. 9 After the terror subsided, I glanced at reflected light on the ground. The dog had left her pearl dog collar. 10 I shook off the unease and began to clean the house. I found my Grandmother clothed in the corner, sobbing to 11herself. 12 She was sobbing, but didn't seem to remember anything that happened a few hours ago... but I noticed her pearl necklace she always wear 13 was now gone... 14but her face... it was not where her eyes should be. It was darker, and as I walked back to my room, I saw the black smoke 15begin to fade away. I saw her there in the mirror. I stared at the face of my Grandmother on the table, for hours. 16

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STORY #2 (15 tweets, 5 participants)

I felt a presence in my house. I knew it was the man who shot me, but what I didn’t know was that it was coming back. Looking up the 1stairs, I saw the dog that was just standing there, staring at me 2 The dog portended great danger. I reached out a hand, and the creature drew its lips back in a silent snarl. 3It snarled at me, and chortled, as if to say, 'I am going to kill the dog, and as far as I can tell, only the dog is in 4the house.' I was so shocked I couldn’t see what was going on, but I knew it was there. The dog seemed to grow larger and larger, and 5with each step the dog began to 6 form into my Grandmother. Her old body. His hungry face. 7Panicked I ran towards the door, and it was locked. My Grandmother stood there for a moment, but not before looking deep 8into my eyes, hissing and barking. She then disappeared into the darkness. 9 I suddenly heard something behind me. It was not my grandmother, it was my long lost 10friend, the creature of my grandmother. As each step I took closer, the creature didn't notice. It cocked its head to the 11side, then stood there 12 looking at me. All my repressed childhood memories were coming back. I started to remember him.. it was my old friend I used to play 13 with in my grandmother's attic.. 14And I knew that it was there to kill me. I turned around, with a blank expression on my face 15

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STORY #3 (13 tweets, 4 participants)

I felt a presence in my house. I knew it was the man who shot me, but what I didn’t know was that it was coming back. Looking up the 1stairs, I saw the dog that was just standing there, staring at me 2 The dog portended great danger. I reached out a hand, and the creature drew its lips back in a silent snarl. 3It snarled at me, and chortled, as if to say, 'I am going to kill the dog, and as far as I can tell, only the dog is in 4the house.' I was so shocked I couldn’t see what was going on, but I knew it was there. The dog seemed to grow larger and larger, and 5with each step the dog began to 6 form into my Grandmother. Her old body. His hungry face. 7Panicked I ran towards the door, and it was locked. My Grandmother stood there for a moment, but not before looking deep 8into my eyes, hissing and barking. She then disappeared into the darkness. 9 After the terror subsided, I glanced at reflected light on the ground. The dog had left her pearl dog collar. 10 I shook off the unease and began to clean the house. I found my Grandmother clothed in the corner, sobbing to 11herself. 12 Sarah had fed her insatiable appetite with Grandmother's dog. And the pearl dog collar - it was fake.13

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STORY #4 (10 tweets, 4 participants)

I felt a presence in my house. I knew it was the man who shot me, but what I didn’t know was that it was coming back. Looking up the 1stairs, I saw the dog that was just standing there, staring at me 2 The dog portended great danger. I reached out a hand, and the creature drew its lips back in a silent snarl. 3It snarled at me, and chortled, as if to say, 'I am going to kill the dog, and as far as I can tell, only the dog is in 4the house.' I was so shocked I couldn’t see what was going on, but I knew it was there. The dog seemed to grow larger and larger, and 5with each step the dog began to 6 form into my Grandmother. Her old body. His hungry face. 7Panicked I ran towards the door, and it was locked. My Grandmother stood there for a moment, but not before looking deep 8into my eyes, hissing and barking. She then disappeared into the darkness. 9 I remembered the old story of Little Red Riding Hood and smiled despite myself. Maybe the wolf was more than an ordinary animal 10

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STORY #5 (4 tweets, 3 participants)

I felt a presence in my house. I knew it was the man who shot me, but what I didn’t know was that it was coming back. Looking up the 1stairs, I saw the dog that was just standing there, staring at me 2 The dog portended great danger. I reached out a hand, and the creature drew its lips back in a silent snarl. 3 Calm down boy, calm down. The man is back and I think he’s back to kill me. Would you help me catching, little doggie? 4

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