I never should have adopted that dog. Everyone told me it was a bad idea, but I didn’t listen. I thought I could handle anything he threw my way – after all, what’s the worst that could happen? Now, I know better. That dog is evil. Plain and simple. There’s something not right about him, something… off. Even his name is ominous: Ghost. I first noticed it when he started following me around everywhere I went in the house. It was cute at first, but then it started to feel like he was stalking me. And those eyes… they’re too intelligent for a dog, almost human-like. They seem to bore into my soul whenever they look at me. But the final straw came last night. I was asleep in bed when I felt something cold and wet nose its way under the covers and onto my skin. I jolted awake to find Ghost standing next to the bed, staring at me with those eerie eyes of his. And then, before I could even scream, he opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth into my flesh…I managed to fight Ghost off and get away, but not before he did some serious damage. I’m lucky he didn’t kill me – though maybe that would have been the better option. Now, I’m lying in a hospital bed, bandages covering the bite wounds on my arm. The doctors say it’s a miracle I’m alive, but I know better. There’s something wrong with that dog, something evil. And I have a feeling this is only the beginning…I was released from the hospital a few days ago, but I’m not feeling any better. If anything, I feel worse. The bite wounds have healed, but there’s something else wrong with me now. Something… wrong with my mind. I can’t get Ghost out of my head. He’s always there, lurking in the back of my mind, waiting to jump out and attack me when I least expect it. And those eyes… they’re burned into my brain, haunting me day and night. I’ve tried to get rid of him, to forget about him completely – but it’s impossible. He’s always there, haunting me…I can’t take it anymore. The constant haunting, the never-ending fear… it’s too much. I can’t live like this anymore. So, I’ve made a decision. I’m going to find that dog and put an end to him once and for all. I don’t know how, but I’ll find a way. He’s ruined my life – now, it’s time for me to ruin his. I’ve been following Ghost for days now, and I’m getting closer to him. He always seems to be one step ahead of me, but I’m determined to catch up to him. Tonight, I finally corner him in an alleyway. He’s backed into a dead end, and there’s nowhere for him to go. I pull out the gun I brought with me – the one that’s loaded with silver bullets – and point it at his head. “This is the end, Ghost,” I say through gritted teeth. “Say your prayers.” I pull the trigger, but nothing happens. The gun jammed, or the bullets are fake – either way, I’m screwed. Before I can even react, Ghost is on me. He knocks me to the ground and sinks his teeth into my flesh once again. I scream in pain as he tears me apart, piece by piece… And then everything goes black. I wake up in a hospital bed once again, but this time I’m not alone. Ghost is sitting next to me, staring at me with those eerie eyes of his. “What… what happened?” I manage to croak out. “You tried to kill me,” Ghost says calmly. “But you failed.” I try to get away from him, but I can’t move. It’s like he has some kind of hold over me – some kind of power that keeps me paralyzed. “Now, you’re going to pay for your mistake,” Ghost continues. “You’re going to suffer just like I did.” And then, before I can even scream, Ghost opens his mouth wide and sinks his teeth into my flesh…I fight and struggle, but it’s no use. Ghost has me completely under his control. There’s nothing I can do as he slowly tortures and kills me… And then, when it’s all over, he simply disappears into the night, leaving my lifeless body behind.