The girl reached under the bed several more times during the night, and the dog licked it several more times, so she figured everything was okay, even though the dripping noise wouldn't stop. In the morning, she got up and went into the bathroom, which was right off her bedroom. When she went in, she was greeted by a grisly sight: her dog was hanging from the showerhead, its throat slit, its blood dripping into the bathtub. Drip... drip... drip... And written on the mirror in blood were these words: Humans can lick, too.
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