Hell Raiser

Waiting anxiously by the door... Silence... Slowly pushing back and discovering a trail of sorts. I follow the trail ever acknowledging the inevitable doom that comes at the end. The feeling of dread and sweat overcome my body. How many are there? What is out there? What will be around the next bend? All these questions swirl in my head like a nervous man swiling a brandy. I put one foot down and traverse the booby trapped floor. How can one thing take over our lives causing fear to spread over everything we do and say? Life wasn't meant to be lived in hiding,we should be free! To run like drug obsessed hippies through a wheat field without a care in the world. As I stand looking at our hell raiser, I realize our dog is taking over our lives.