The Little White Dog

There was an old woman who had no family still living. Her only friend was a little white dog who went everywhere with her - with one exception. The dog loved the fairplace at winter, and after the old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie at the warm coals. Usually tought, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a throw rug. If the old woman became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little dog and he would lick it.
One night the woman was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and pulled the comforter up around her as she read that a mental patient had wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if th patient was dangerous or not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had lived alone.
The women turned turned off the lights and tried to sleep, but she was scared, and tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached down to where little white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tounge began to lick her hand. The women felt safe, and left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned and settle in comfortably. She opended her eyes for a moment and looked trough the open door into the living room.
There infront of the fireplace, was her little white dog, gazing at the coals and wagging his tail.
Down beside the bed, there was still something licking her hand....

1st ghost story (you might know this one, it's very famous)

It was a rainy night. A man was driving his car by a cementery, when he saw a boy without any jacket outside the cementery. The man stopped his car where the boy was and said: "What are you doing there? It's a very rainy night". The boy didn't answer. "Come, I'll take you home," Said the man.
The boy went inside the man's car and, the man asked him where he lived. He told him where he lived and the man drove over there.
When they got there, it was still very cold and rainy, so the man said: "Here, take my jacket". The boy took the man's jacket and the man left.
The next day the man remembered that the boy still haved his jacket, so he went to his house. When he got there an old women answered the door. "Who are you"? Asked the old women. "Umm, does a little boy live here"?-SAID THE MAN. "He lived... " Said the old woman. The man said, "What do you mean he lived"? "I mean, that he died a long time ago."-SAID THE WOMEN. "What? But yesterday..." The women interrupted.
"Come on, I'll take you to the cementery".
The man, very confused, agreed and the women took him to the cementery.
Then, there he saw, the cementery where the boy was, and there was his jacket....

P.S.: Guys, this story is very famous so you might already know it.... anyway I hope you enjoyed it! (:

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