This is not yet completed eitrher but her it is

It was back. the bump under the rug, was back. What was it? where did it come from? did it intend to hurt Scott?

“What do you want!?”
Scott yells.

The lump under the rug replies with that creepy little giggle that it let out when it first arrived. Then, the lump fell. Scott slowly sets down the chair.
    That, was his first mistake. Scott turned around to see a creature sitting atop the bookshelf that had, just moments before, been behind him. This creature... this creation... was small, and round. It had a dark coat of long black fur. It had soft green eyes that made you feel happy, and safe. Slowly, slowly, it crawled off the top of the bookshelf. When it finally reached the floor, Scott realized what he thought it was.

“Spok?” Scott hesitated.

“Nooooope.” The fluffball replied.

“Then what- oh s***.”

Scott ran outside yelling for help, for he had finally realized what it really was. When Scott was a little boy, he had a nightmare. In the nightmare, Scott played the role of... Death. The strange part was, in Scott’s eyes, the fact that he had what I suppose you could call... A dog. Death, would instead of going himself, send his dog to claim the souls of those few people that he was going to torture. Death didn’t do this very often though. Only when he was bored, would he send his dog upon these missions.

“STOP!”

A voice demanded. Quite to his surprise, Scott stopped. He then trurned around and walk back into the house. He could stop himself.