The Stuffed Dog is a scary story for kids about a young boy who visits his grandmother and is creeped out by the dead pet she keeps in her library.
There was a young boy named Theodore who was visiting his grandmother’s house. He hated his grandmother, but his parents forced him to go. His grandfather had died recently and his grandmother was very lonely. She needed someone to keep her company.
Theodore couldn’t stand the old lady. She bored him with her endless talk, she constantly asked him to do chores, she insisted on giving him disgusting kisses on the cheek and she smelled like pee.
He also hated his grandmother’s house. It was boring and there was never anything to do. The place was stuffed with old books and creepy statues. The beds were lumpy and uncomfortable. She didn’t even have electricity and every room was lit by candles.
The thing he hated most of all was the stuffed dog that his grandmother kept in the library. She said it was her husband’s dog, and that it had stood by him always. So when the dog died, she had it stuffed and placed it in her husband’s favorite room, the library.
Whenever Theodore saw the stuffed dog, it creeped him out. He couldn’t stand the sight of it. The wretched thing made his skin crawl with its snarling, evil face, its beady glass eyes and its mangy, greasy fur.
That night, when his grandmother was going to bed, she wanted to light the candles in her room. She couldn’t find any matches, so she asked Theodore to go downstairs find some.
Theodore gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger. He was irritated by all the chores she asked him to do. He walked downstairs and went into the library. It was dark and he searched through the cupboards and drawers. Eventually, he found the matches.
Just then, he thought he heard a strange sound. It sounded like a low growl.
Theodore turned and looked at the stuffed dog in the corner. The dog stared back at him with glassy eyes. He hated that dog. It bugged him so much that he thought of a way to get back at it.
He struck one of the matches, and shoved it in the stuffed dog’s face, burning off its whiskers.
Theodore’s grandmother heard a terrible scream. She ran downstairs and rushed into the library.
Theodore lay sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide open and his face twisted in a look of terror. He was dead.
She immediately called the police.
Later, as the ambulance carried him off, she she shook her head sadly and said, “He looks just like my husband did when he died.”
Unseen by anyone, in the darkness of the library, the stuffed dog sat very still and there was a trickle of blood dripping down from its mouth.