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The Little White Dog

There was an old woman who had

no family still living. Her only friend

was a little white dog who went everywhere with her

-

with one exception.

The dog loved the fireplace in winter, and

after the old woman went to bed

he would sometimes go and lie in front of the warm coals. Usually though,

the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a throw rug.

The woman wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became

frightened or had

a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little

white dog and he would lick it reassuringly.

One night the woman was reading her newspaper just before going to

sleep. She shivered and pulled the comforter up around her as she read

that a mental p

atient had wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one

knew if the patient was dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders

of several women who had lived alone.

The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened,

and tossed

and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached down to where the little

white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand.

The woman felt reassured and safe, and left her hand dangling off the bed

as she turned and settled in comfortably.

She opened her eyes for a

moment and looked through the open door into the living room.

There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the coals

and wagging his tail.

Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand

Something Was Wrong

One morning, John Sullivan found himself walking

along a street

downtown. He could not explain what he was doing there, or how he got

there, or where he had been earlier. He didn't even know what time it was.

He saw a woman walking to

ward him and stopped her. "I'm afraid I forgot

my watch," he said, and smiled. "Can you please tell me the time?" When

she saw him, she screamed and ran.

The he noticed that other people were afraid of him. When they saw him

coming, they flattened themse

lves against a building, or ran across the

street to stay out of his way.

"There must be something wrong with me," John thought. "I'd better go

home."

He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away. "This is

crazy!" he said to himse

lf.

John did not understand what was going on, and it scared him. "Maybe

someone at home can come and pick me up." he thought. He found a

telephone and called home, expecting his wife to answer. Instead, a

strange voice answered.

"Is Mrs. Sullivan ther

e?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, she isn't," the voice said. "Her husband died a few days ago in a

horrible car crash, she's at his funeral."

The Red Spot

While Ruth slept, a spider crawled across her face.

It stopped for

several minutes on her left cheek, then went on it's way.

"What is th

is red spot on my cheek?" she asked her mother the next

morning.

"It looks like a spider bite", her mother said."It will go away, just don't

scratch it."

Soon the small red spot grew into a small red boil. "Look at it now," Ruth

said. "It's getting bigger

." "That sometimes happens", her mother said. "It's

coming to a head."

In a few days the boil was even larger. "Look at it now", Ruth said. "It hurts

and it's ugly."

"We'll have the doctor look at it", her mother said. "Maybe it's infected."

But the doct

or could not see Ruth until the next day.

That night Ruth took a bath. As she soaked herself, the boil burst. Out

poured a swarm of tiny spiders from the eggs their mother had laid in her

cheek!