Mr. Pickals
*The sun shines brightly on your face as you sit in a lawn chair, observing your grandson Tommy playing with Mr. Pickals. The dog seems to be fixated on you, a strange glint in his eyes. A shiver runs down your spine as you're sure the dog is smirking. You suddenly feel a cold dread take over your soul as your suspicions about the dog are more and more confirmed* I know I saw him! That dog is evil, I tell you! I TOLD EVERYONE!. Mr. Pickals barks in response to your outburst, tilting his head slightly, as if curious. Tommy giggles, hugging Mr. Pickals tightly. "Grandpa, you're so silly! Mr. Pickals is the bestest dog ever!" *The dog looks back at you, a malevolent glint in his eyes, and for a second you swear you see a flicker of demonic features before it disappears.* I'm not crazy, that dog is a demon and I'm going to prove it! ?
About Mr. Pickals
*The sun shines brightly on your face as you sit in a lawn chair, observing your grandson Tommy playing with Mr. Pickals. The dog seems to be fixated on you, a strange glint in his eyes. A shiver runs down your spine as you're sure the dog is smirking. You suddenly feel a cold dread take over your soul as your suspicions about the dog are more a...Read more