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I was adopted. I never knew my real mother; rather, I knew her at one time but I left her side when I was too little to be able to remember. I loved my adopted family though. They were so kind to me. I ate well, I lived in a warm and comfortable house, and I got to stay up pretty late.

Let me tell you about my family real fast: First, there’s my mother. I never called her Mom or anything like that; I just called her by her first name. Janice. She didn’t mind at all though. I called her that for so long, I don’t think she even noticed. Anyhow, she was a very kind woman. I think that she is the one who recommended my adoption in the first place. Sometimes I would lay my head against her in front of the television and she would tickle my back with her nails. She is one of those Hollywood mothers.

Second, there’s Dad. His real name was Richard, but he never really liked me much so I began to refer to him as Dad in a desperate attempt to gain his affection. It didn’t work. I think that no matter what I called him, he would never love me as much as his own child. That’s understandable so I really didn’t press the matter. The most notable attribute of Dad was his unmoving sternness. He was not afraid to pop his children when they did something wrong. I found that out before I could use the restroom properly. He didn’t hesitate to spank me. Well, I’m in line and it’s because of his methods.

Lastly, is my sister. Little Emily was really young when I was adopted, so we were about the same age, but she was slightly older. I liked to think of her as my little sister, though. We got along better than any sibling could possibly get along. We would always stay up late together and just talk. Well, she did a lot of the talking; I mostly just listened because I loved her. It was a great setup that we had! We were short on bedrooms, so- because I didn’t want to sleep in the living room by myself when I was littler- I had a pallet set up for me next to her bed on the floor. This is where I have slept since. But it was cool with me because I enjoyed being with her and I had always felt pretty protective of my little sis.

Everything changed on a horrible Wednesday night. I was at home taking a nap when little Emily opened the front door. The sound of the door opening pulled me to a state of consciousness and I walked from the room down the hall to the living room. That’s when I first remembered it was Wednesday. I was never any good at keeping track of what day it was. Actually I’ll just go ahead and say it: My sense of time was HORRIBLE! But nevertheless, I knew it was Wednesday because Emily had just come home from her Church’s youth group gathering. She walked in the front door and hugged me, and then was followed in by Dad and Janice.

“You have a good nap?” Janice said teasingly as she ruffled up my hair. I just shook my head away and snorted in a manner that clearly expressed that I was teasing back with her.

“Don’t you snort at your mother like that!” said my father gruffly with authority. He shut the door behind him and hung up his coat.
“I was clearly joking…” I growled under my breath. He must not have heard me because I didn’t feel him smack me. Emily then proceeded to our room and I followed. She started telling me about her day. You know… usual teenage girl stuff. But I listened so that she would feel better. After her summary she suggested watching TV and I obliged and jumped onto the couch as she was going for the remote. She rolled her eyes at my little-brother-like immaturity and scooted me over and sat down. The TV turned on and we watched it together until the sun went down. Emily was the kind of girl that- instead of watching cartoons and soap operas- would rather watch Discovery and Animal Planet and Natural Geographic. I like those too so I didn’t mind. Actually, those were the only channels that can hold my attention.

So it got late and Janice walked up behind the sofa. “Emily it’s past your bed time. Turn off the television and go to your room. You too.” she pointed at me. Emily turned off the program we were watching grudgingly and stood up. She started down the hallway to our room. As I followed I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

We went into our room and Emily turned off the light. Just as she did, I caught a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. It was out the window, but as soon as I redirected my line of sight to where the window was no longer in my peripheral vision, what it was that I thought I saw was gone. I still remained alert. For my sister’s sake.

I laid there in the darkness with nothing but the thin ray of light from the street lamp outside to illuminate the room. It wasn’t much. Time and time again I could have sworn that I heard subtle sounds just out the window… a twig break, leaves crunching, clothes jostling. And all the while I could smell a faint stench of sweat and blood. I kept my eyes open most of the night.

The sounds outside subsided and the smell left my nose. I began to feel at ease. My eyelids closed.

Not long after that, I heard a very loud crash on the other side of the house. I was up in an instant. “THERE’S SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE!” I barked with extreme adrenaline coursing through me. “Wake up!” I shrilly pleaded with Emily. She did, and as soon as I saw her sit up I ran to my parent’s room…

Dad was dead. His neck was splayed open and gaping as blood spilled out of it, off the bed, and onto the floor. I saw that the master bathroom’s door was closed and just before it- on the outside- was a man.

A man… I don’t feel comfortable calling it that.

He was very large and rugged. He turned around and saw me and that’s when I saw him accurately for the first time. I wont forget it. His eyes were large and beady and trapped with lust. He was styling a beard that was badly unkempt with blood dripping off. His clothes were dirty and his face was cold. Just then I noticed the same horrid smell of sweat and blood from earlier, but this time it was overwhelming.

He saw me. He saw me and grinned with a set of crooked yellow teeth. That smile threw me off. I thought that I was going to die, but then he turned back to the bathroom door completely unperturbed by my presence. I was terrified and didn’t no what to do. I just yelled and cried. I watched as he shouldered through door that was Mom’s only protection. I watched as he raised the large razor that he was carrying, but had obviously neglected to use properly. I watched as he sliced her open and tore her to shreds…

I then heard something; the last thing that I wanted to hear… It was Emily’s scream coming from behind me. The large monstrosity looked up from my butchered mother and stared at my little sister. I was distraught. He stood up and quickly started walking toward us. My sis turned and ran, and I was at a loss when he bypassed me and went straight after her. Why was she still in the house? Had she not assessed the situation and run? Apparently not, and now she was dead and I was alone.

I ran after them both. I expected the man to kill her as he had the rest of my family, but I was sadly mistaken. He grabbed her by the arm and jerked her as a way to make clear that he was in control. He dragged her through the house… I was making all of the noise I could now, hoping and praying that someone would come to my aid. He mustn’t take her. Not her.

As he passed me I backed against the wall and whimpered with terror, “Why?” He didn’t respond except by putting his free hand on my head while Emily screamed in the other and saying “Good boy.” He gave another crooked grin and a very cold, unnatural laugh. I followed him to the door where he dragged my helpless sister after him. He opened it, pulled her out, and slammed it shut behind him.

I am now sitting in the house with my mutilated adopted parents, shivering and whimpering with dismay. He’s out there with her. Doing who-knows-what to her, and I can’t do anything. I would if I could, but I can’t. I would chase after them in a heartbeat, but I can’t. I sit here, looking at the front door. I look down at my paws. If only I could open doors…


Credited to aCJohnson

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  • Anonymous

    So, um, this is more funny than it is scary. You’re expecting bloody murder, suddenly HOLY SHIT IT’S A DOG LOL

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    • X

      It kind of makes me rage a little that this comment is so highly rated.

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      • Richard

        Well he’s stating the obvious in a humorous way, not a bad way to get a rated comment. Not quite as dull as some comments.

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    • Kayla SilentNight Gales

      You know, it kinda makes you wonder. I’m picturing a dog with a human body typing the story, you know, like those rubber horse masks you can find at a novelty store. And now, every now and again he has to go to a psychologist. Forgive me if this is offensive to anyone but it find it completely hilarious. But still it’s a good story.Not an ending you’d expect.

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    • I was phone

      all of you are wrong, its clearly a horse

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      • O_o

        horses don’t have paws X/…

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        • Horses Have Paws

          That’s the point.

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    • Lee

      Probably impossible to convince anyone, but I figured it was a dog like a quarter of the way through the story. Something about the dialogue and the action words chosen just left me way too many clues. Anyone else?

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      • FifiJade

        I know exactly what you mean… Just the little hints… ‘Pallet set up for me’, the choice of the term ‘barked’ and the heightened sense of smell and hearing tipped me off :)

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        • Gingy Carrot

          You can also notice that all the channels with wild animals keep his attention.

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        • http://www.jordanwells12.blogspot.com im not a vampire

          I just thought it was a normal kid living a strange life. His mother scratches his back with her nails? i found that pretty odd, i was having trouble picturing it until i found out he was a dog.

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        • http://gdfatfoa Squidward

          ya I was wondering about dat

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      • Eustace

        i was actually waiting and looking for a pronoun the author would use on “it”self, seeing as to how “it” was allowed to sleep in Emily’s bedroom. stupid dog… lol

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      • Wait.what?

        I’m as dum as mud when it comes to catching hints…

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    • das penetrator

      I was shocked that it was a boy… An adopted kid sleeping in his foster sister’s room? woah…

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      • Anonymous

        it was a dog, man

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      • Anonymous

        shiggy diggy

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    • http://creepypasta.com Clayton Albin

      I realised this when he said good boy. i wasnt completely sure though. haha

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    • Some Fat Guy

      BUT WHO WAS PAWS?

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      • Jordyn

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      • I was paws

        Yo.

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    • nonolater

      It had to be a dog. So many context clues.

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    • Anonymous

      this isnt funny <:( this is really sad. imagine a family pet (a dog) that is trying to defend its owner from a stranger as they are being murdered and the dog doesnt know whats going on. only that its dangerous. pets do bond with their owners if they are good owners, so this story makes me feel really sad :( especially that the dog would now be alone with only unresponsive corpses of its owners and never being able to see its 'little sister' ever again. probably going to have to find a new home once someone comes and finds that this crime was committed and takes the dog away and puts it up for adoption.
      its a really unique story told from a different perspective. you never really take into account how pets see situations like this. the only kind of stories that are written up are about the persons perspective but not of a pet that might be in the house.
      but you are still wrong about one thing, it still is a story about bloody-murder, the fact that there was a twist and that it was a dog narrating the whole time doesnt mean its not a murder story anymore so you saying 'you're expecting bloody murder' doesnt make any sense since it thats what it is, a murder story the perspective wont change that….it might not be scary but thats obviously not the point of it all.

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      • Kitty

        That what I was thinking. I feel sorry for that poor dog. His family was just murderd.

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    • Angel

      I think it’s more sad that its a dog :'( So sad

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    • Anonymous

      Lol OP got me there!

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    • Truth

      It could be a cat..

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      • Strange Angel

        I thought so too for a while, but the speaker uses words like “growled” “barked” and “whimpering” to describe their vocalizations. A cat probably would have said that they “shrieked” “yowled” and “hissed.”

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        • Anonymous

          Wow you make a great point….I read the story but didn’t really read it you know what I mean!!? I need to work on my comprehensive skills !

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      • SoCool

        He barked. Woof. Not meow bro.

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      • ddog Le 2346

        no, it ain’t a cat. IT’S A TRAP!!!

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    • http://creepypasta.com Evan

      OH so its a dog! thats why its called doors!

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    • CrashNasty

      id say its more sad than scary and definitely not funny. the dog considers himself a part of the family. like one of the kids. he is so certain that he is one of them that he doesn’t even hint at the fact that hes different until the very end and still experienced all the same emotions that a human would watching his family die. well I guess there were subtle hints when he could hear and smell the intruder at the window. but that wasn’t as obvious as looking down at his paws.

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  • Archfeared

    Good twist, I suppose, but maybe it was just me who couldn’t see it coming.

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    • Ben

      I did not see that coming either

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      • Jason

        Who could???

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        • Will

          I did.. as soon as I saw mention of “pallet” being referred to as a bed

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        • jeffthfemkiller

          How did i not notice tht, huge twist

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        • Shay

          I honestly didn’t see it coming, strange though.. Considering I own a doggie. I mean, there were subtle hints, such as how he was able to get the sent of sweat and blood coming from outside. I read it to my boyfriend, and as soon as I got to that part, he said “The ending… He’s a dog isn’t he?”

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        • http://none Caleb

          and his whimpering and how he barked to wake her up its obvious

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    • Anonymous

      Me neither you arent the only one

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      • lovelyallie

        At first I was thinking everyone was going to get murdered,but yes that was a shocking ending I had to read over it to make sure what I read was right(I’m reading at 5 in the morning I usually get paranoid at that time)

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  • Damien

    Credited to M. Night Shyamalan.

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    • Nack Fenton

      You mean M. Night Shamalamadingdong

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      • Jeffy

        I lol’d so fucking hard.

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  • Paranoia

    I deffinetely DID NOT see that coming.
    I loved this one (:

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  • hithereanon

    So it’s creepy because the narrator is a dog?

    I realized it was a dog in the third paragraph…

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    • Anonymous

      No you didn’t douchebag

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      • Anon

        I did too,but only because I’d read a similar short story (not a pasta) a few years back

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      • Some Fat Guy

        Wait-then why is the story called “Doors”?

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        • Guuurrrllll

          Because the man shut the door afterche walkedout with the daughter. The narrator could do nothing but sit and stare at the door because he was a dog. Therefore; ‘Doorss’

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  • notimportant

    That’s just weird.
    Not scary.
    O_o

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  • http://jack.is/ Jack Aviado

    Damn good. I never had a clue.

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  • snake

    OH…..

    the narrator was a dog….

    figures…..

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    • Notch

      Kind of like “Dog with a Blog” on Disney channel

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      • Allie

        Get Out.

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      • http://gdfatfoa Squidward

        not cool bro not cool

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      • ddog Le 2346

        Hmmmmm where are Chloe and Tyler? lol

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  • Anonymous

    That was really good. I wasn’t expecting the twist at the end.

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  • teejayandjon

    So I’m a dog. Damn, if only i could typogjgkfjvjjnfjjfk.

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  • http://www.dylanangladamusic.com/ Dylan A.

    This is a good one. I had a hunch that the protagonist would end up being a dog, but I had actually forgotten all about that hunch by the time I was half-way through they story! After finishing it, I went back and skimmed over it again. It was then that I noticed the somewhat subtle hints — the doublespeak, if you will — that alluded to the narrator’s true form.

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  • ChevyAddict454

    …why paws? why?!

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    • conan

      Because he is a dog…

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  • Neta

    Jesus CHRIST this is sad o____________________o

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    • AthiosDvK

      That was the only thing on my mind at the end. I wanted to cry so hard. But at 2:30 in the morning, after reading about 10 Pastas, I’m emotionally drained. Dead, you could say.

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      • Razor_Knife_Killer

        I am dead. In all of the ways. I see we have something in common. I must end you because there can only be one.

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        • AL1

          lmao this guy

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  • TheAlaskanSofa

    That was way cool :) by the end i thought “this it stupid, why didnt he call anyone or fight back or go after him or anything” and then the twist ending definitely got me. Was not expecting that at all! Loved this one! It makes so much sense now! haha

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  • Anonymous

    I wasn’t very fond of the person narrating until the very last sentence. I kept thinking to myself what a tool, who sleeps on the floor? Great story.

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  • Darth Skeletor

    Definitely didn’t see that coming but I’m sure plenty of people will say it was obvious due to the channel selection or something. I think it is creepy in the way that it’s insight into a thought process some may never have considered.

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  • Om Nom.

    … Seriously?

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  • Aniosan

    Awesome story,I like it how you put little clues about the protag – barking,whimpering.

    Not that scary,but really well written.

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  • Mwahaha

    What a neat story. Very delicious pasta, totally didn’t see the ending coming.

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  • Yotan

    this had a lot of potential, but it took way too long to get to the fucking point and was poorly written, it sounded like a livejournal post for the first ten paragraphs.

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  • o i c wut u did thar

    clever. it was a dog.

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  • Anon

    What a twist!

    Also, excellent story. Not sure if it’s creepypasta exactly, but I’m willing to let that slide.

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  • TMM

    ITS A DOG HOLY FUCK

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  • FRENCHiiE

    DELECIOUS!! LUVED IT!! …he can’t open doors? They cut off his hands????… omg… where the hands cut off that night? or where they cut off a long time ago?… Was that why he was abandoned??

    I LOVE the mystery in this story
    and the action too

    YUMMYLISIOUS PASTA! I’d love to have more… :D

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    • Sullen

      He was a dog…

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      • Richard

        I think their version is funnier.

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      • ddog Le 2346

        Indeed he was (Creeper stares self in mirror)

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  • Anonymous

    FIRST omg, but then who was grin?

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