"Help!" A woman screamed in terror. She was lying on her back right next to the door. "My dog attacked me! And he's running away! Get him before he hurts someone else!"

Just then, a large dog wearing a pink dress bolted out the door. He half turned around and yowled, "You were never my owner! And never will be!" He lowered his head and began to chuckle ominously. "I already have an owner, and I am going to continue what he told me to do."

"911! The police! Call the police! And make them get their police dogs! My dog will hurt everyone." The women screamed again.

The dog snickered and snarled, "Don't scream for those heroic, courageous police dogs." He spat the last four words. "Not when one of them is going to die…" He cackled in the sky, his foul breath poisoning the air around him.

The dog tore his dress off, and ran down the street, the shadows engulfing him.

Oooooo...Freaky...Who could be this mysterious dog?

Please R&R!