Seriously Creepy

JAMES

By the time I reached our building I felt completely on edge, expecting the dog to pounce any second. I refused to look back.

At the outer door, I balanced the cups in my arms, my chin resting on the top cup to keep them upright while I finagled the key in the lock and got it open. As I propped the door open with my foot so I could go inside, the dog dashed past me and ran up the stairs.

“What the -” I looked around, hoping someone else had seen how crazy this dog was, but I was alone. I walked up the three flights to our floor, shaking my head and cursing under my breath the whole way.

When I got to our floor, the dog was there. Waiting.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, spooky pooch, but get lost.” I stood on the landing, talking loudly and making shooing motions as best I could with my hands full, hoping the dog would take off. No way did I want that thing dashing into the apartment. But the dog didn’t budge.