DOGMAN stole my remote
I swear this happened: last Tuesday night, I was watching TV, remote beside me, when I heard those god-awful screams from the woods again. Thinking it was coyotes or something, I ignored it—but then, there he was at my window, Dogman, tapping his claws against the glass, grinning like he knew I couldn’t do nothing about it. His eyes glowed red, and he raised his furry, human-like hands to show me the remote he'd snatched right from my living room. The bastard actually waved it around, mocking me, before running back into the dark trees, laughing in that weird barking voice.
