Goodreads asked Suzanne M. Trauth:

Can you tell us a two-sentence horror story?

Suzanne M. Trauth "It was a dark and stormy night, wind screaming outside the old house, dead branches tap, tap, tapping on the leaky roof, shadows moving back and forth across the front windows, a scratching at the front door. I crept stealthily to the door, my heart pounding, my palms sweaty, and, keeping the chain in place, pulled on the handle, opening the door a few inches to reveal...my beagle Rover, soaking wet, tongue hanging out, eyes pleading with me to let him in."

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