I always had problems sleeping, so my parents had bought me a dog last year. Sleeping with him in my room helped me calm down and relax, so I let him sleep by my bed every night, Whenever I switched off the lights, I let my arm hang over my bed, and the dog licked it comfortingly, to let me know he was there. I did this every night, and I never failed to feel the dog lick my hand. One night, when my parents had left me along in the house, I went to the bthroom to investigate a strange dripping sound. On the mirror, written in blood, someone had written a message.
"Humans can lick too, my dear."