Personal Narrative My Dog, Loki - 1606 Words

I was alone in my apartment at 8PM. My dog, Loki; an Australian Shepard, was by my side on the couch. I live with my fiancà ©, but he s currently at work. So I m home alone on the couch, waiting for my â€Å"Knight in shining armor† to come home. As I m watching the latest episode of Steven Universe,(Yes, I m a child. So what?) I hear a noise come from the front door. It s too quiet to be able to tell what it is. Loki barks at anything that he hears out of the ordinary, so the fact he hasn t moved puts me at ease. For now at least. It s quiet for a while. For the next few hours, I m sitting, watching TV. The noise I heard earlier has left my mind entirely at this point. I m so relaxed I start to doze off. For three hours, I hold my dog and stare into space. Then out of nowhere, I hear it again. It s louder now. A lot louder. I can tell what it is now. It s the sound of nails scratching on the door. At this point, Loki noticed it too. He doesn t bark like usual. He s in between whimpering and growling. Like he s scared, but knows there s danger. I find this weird, because this dog isn t afraid of anything. I stay silent. I hadn t noticed it yet, but I was holding my breath. It s times like this I hate living here. I m on the fourth floor of my complex building, so jumping out the window is out of the question. We also don t have a peephole, so I can t check to see what s on the other side of the door without opening it. I then have the stupid idea