The Barking Ghost

22

"Get off me!" I choked out.

I reached up both hands — and shoved with all my might.

To my surprise, the big dog toppled off.

I jumped to my feet, my heart pounding. Spinning around, I saw Fergie. Trapped. Backed up against the house by the other dog.

"Go home!" she cried meekly to the dog. "Go home!"

The dog didn't budge.

I picked up a stick. I waved it furiously in front of me to keep the dogs a good distance away.

As I approached the animals, Fergie shook her arms wildly at them.

They lowered their heads and growled softly.

Then, one of them came running at me. The stick didn't seem to bother him at all.

I lost my balance and crashed into Fergie.

Both dogs curled their lips into fierce, ugly snarls.

My legs were shaking so hard, I could barely stand.

Growling and snapping their jaws, the dogs backed Fergie and me against the house.

"Now what?" Fergie cried, grabbing my arm.

"G-good question," I stammered as the dogs lowered their heads and moved closer.