Creepypasta: Barking

[mancalledtrue]

Dogs hate me.

Wherever I go, dogs bark at me.  Big, small, loud, quiet... no matter what the dog is, they bark at me.  They can't resist.

I've never gotten attacked by a dog, but they will run across busy streets to bark at me.  Somehow, they've never gotten hit by cars, worst luck.

It wasn't always like this.  I can't tell when it started, but one day dogs just started to hate me.

It gets really tiresome, so I've started to try changing it.  One of my neighbors had this very annoying golden retriever.  The bastard just kept running after me and barking whenever I took a walk.  I decided to start with that one.

The body is in a ditch.  I didn't need that part.  The head's in my basement now, its tongue cut out and nailed to the wall above it.  I drew the symbol on the floor in its blood, just the way I saw in my dreams.

I need four more tongues before it will take effect.  I can't take them all from the same area.  Fortunately, I take a lot of walks.

And there are a lot of dogs around here.