And then people started seeing dog skeletons walking around
at night. First there were reports of single skeletons, and then packs of
ghastly animated skeletal dogs. No one believed the reports at first, but then
the sightings were reported nationwide. Each skeleton walking in its own unique
way, a permanent toothy snarl on each skull, heads down, as if the habit of
sniffing persisted in ghoulish phantasms with no possible olfactory sense. The
empty eye sockets were wide and expressionless.
Occasionally a dog collar was spotted, dangling off a short
span of spinal chord between the skull and shoulders.
At first people were alarmed, claiming it was a portent of
the "end times," but biblical scholars had to admit that packs of dog
skeletons fit into no known prophetic writings, old testament or new. Others conjectured that it was pollution, or
radiation, but scientists had to admit they to could find no explanation.
As they passed through the streets at night, the dry,
fleshless paws sounded like dry leaves skittering across the pavement, wind or
no wind.
Motorists would see them crossing the street. Some would stop
and watch the horrifying parade of dog skeletons cross the headlight beams,
while others would hit the gas, scattering the bones everywhere, the satisfying
crunch of bones sometimes costing them a chipped windshield if a particularly
large skull impacted the glass. Later no bones would be found, as the
skeletons, animated by some unknown supernatural force, would recombine and
continue on toward whatever mysterious destination draws packs of dog
skeletons.
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