Thursday 1 July 2010

Urban Legend 2: Hot Dog!


Now, you rotten scumbags, time for the next dog/OAP related spook story. This one I call "Hot Dog"....

A rather old lady, around the age of 60, offered to look after her daugter's new puppy, whilst she went out with her husband to see their young sons perform in their school's play. The house is empty and there's nothing on TV, so, the woman has an idea; let's take the dog for a walk! Why not? Why not, indeed.


The lady puts the young puppy on a lead and heads outside, locking the door behind her. But on their walk, the weather begins to change dramatically and suddenly pours down with heavy rain(Some people would say, it rained Cats & Dogs!...I'll get my coat). Quickly, the woman and the dog ran back home (that is as fast as an OAP can 'run'). She unlocked the door, headed inside and threw off her soaking wet coat. Looking down she saw the little puppy shivering and wet; it's small cute face peering up at her with large eyes.

Instantly, the lady has yet another 'genius' idea. How would she dry the dog off quickly? Why, by using the microwave of course! How could that possibly be a good idea? I have no clue, but it seems to have made perfect sense to the questionably sane woman.

She popped the confused pup into the microwave, shut the door and switched it on. Just then, she hears a loud noise coming from upstairs. How could that be? All the windows and doors were locked. She was alone in the house.

Or was she?

Grabbing a kitchen knife she slowly, but bravely, headed upstairs.

The microwave continued to cook.

Several moments later, the front door flew open. In steped the woman's daughter, her husband and her two young boys (aged 8 and 6) all huddled under a large umbrella. The daughter shouts out to her mother, "We're home!" But the only answer comes from the microwave.

Ding!

The two boys rush over to the machine, laughing, and pull the door open. But it's not food that they are greeted with. Inside is a gory mess; blood and guts splashed and sprayed around the inside. The puppy is no more.

But what about the mother? What about the sound upstairs?

The front door slams shut.

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