A chain rattles in the darkness. You see a pair of glowing eyes and the sickly gleam of decaying teeth. A pulsing smell of sulfur assaults your nostrils as the figure approaches and finally attacks with a chilling shriek.
These frothing beasts, with yellow bloodshot eyes, will not stop until their victim is torn to pieces. They are Stare’s old dogs, which she could not be without even after her death.
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