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@Zelda: I know how you feel ... I totally hate horror-stories. My imagination is much too good - and I cannot turn it off.

I could tell a story how I watched "It" by Stephen King (no, its not that good or horror or whatever ...) and totally freaked out for several weeks. Especially after I met a clown carrying a balloon and having really white, sparkling teeth .. At dawn ... With noone else on the street.
But there are no animals in that story, so I skip it in favor of the next one.

Explanation preceeding the story: My dog normally doesnt sleep in my bad. Really. But hey: Who cares? And she is a very good watchdog - trained to warn of any possible danger coming, announcing whenever anybody opens the door (or even plays with the lock or something). She saved me of possibly bad meetings with routs of wild boars several times (we have a forest nearby and several corn-fields. At dusk or dawn you can regularily see boars running from the forest to the fields. And sometimes those boars have kids - and you dont want to cross a boar if it has a kiddy. She warns me approx 30m before I cross the boars path - which is sufficient). She normally is very reliable.

I love to write. So far I havent published a single story, but hey - its fun. Quite often I write at night - I have freetime, no one disturbs me, etc.
One night - I dont know why - a horror-story came to me. I wrote it. And afterwards - I whished I hadnt. Its a story about a vampire freaking out a joung woman. Never ever entering the scene. She is never able to see him, never even knows that he exists - until its too late. Okay, so far nothing special.
I think its hilarious to be afraid 'cause you have WRITTEN a horror story. I mean - I know there is not a single grain of truth in it. I didnt do any research, nothing. It was just plain imagination. Nevertheless: I was afraid.
So I thought ... darn it to heck, my dog sleeps in my bad tonight and she will warn me of any monsters out there. That should be soothing, shouldnt it?

I guess I was wrong. I never knew what got into her that night, but she kept on grawling and snarling into the dark. Exactly as if she wanted to warn me of a monster in my room.
Always notifying me of danger in that direction. When I looked - or made light - she calmed down. After I settled - the danger was now over there.