Smile.Jpg Story/Creepypasta Pt 3

I stared in horror as the blood trickled down the side of the wall. This was new blood. Someone, some innocent person, just died. "What in the living fu-" Mike whispered. "DON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HIM. HE WILL FIND YOU. HE WILL KILL YOU." James said worriedly. I went over to James, and reached for his rifle. This resulted in him having the biggest freaking reflex I've ever seen him have. He swung the rifle into my ribs. Being as tired as I was, the lack of sleep really helped out James as I collapsed on his floor. "JAMES! CALM DOWN!" Mike yelled as I fell to the ground. I could see James finally get up, walk over to his window, lift it open, and fire out of it.

I heard Carter run up the stairs and burst the door open. "Whats going on in here!?" He asked. Carter helped Mike grab the rifle from him and pinned him to the ground. I saw him slashing around, and then he went limp. Carter lifted his lifeless body and laid it on the bed. "What in gods name happened up here?" We were all quiet for a second. "Look in the closet." I said. He walked over to James' closet and stood there at the sight of the blood. "What.."

About an hour later, we woke James up. "You okay man?" Mike said to him. "Yeah..I think so."
"Here, have some breakfast." We all sat around the table as James and I explained what happened. The picture. When we finished explaining, James had said that while he was out, he had a dream. A husky dog had come to him with a wicked, evil, demonic human smile and said one thing. "Spread the word."

This is what the E-Mail had said. They wanted us to send it. But we didn't. That's whats been happening. Later that night, we decided that if the picture was of an actual dog, and there was blood in the closet, the dog was real. Very, very, real. We all got our weapons and made a plan. We would go to sleep, but we wouldn't. If someone walked into our rooms, we would wait a while, and then attack whoever it was.

We all wished good luck, and went to bed, or not. I crawled into the blankets of my bed, grabbed my Glock from the drawer, and laid down. I gripped the weapon hard, but kept my finger from the trigger. After a while, I started getting drowsy. So i closed my eyes for a while. I woke up to the sound of my door opening. I remained frozen, gripping the pistol. I Waited a bit, and bolted up from my bed, pointing the pistol at whatever it was.

I froze in shock. In my room, was a husky. Smiling at me. He had a dead body in front of him, and blood on its face. He slowly morphed into an ugly, disgusting red demon dog.

"Spread the word," it wispered. And lunged at me.