In El Salvador. Across Land America, there are tales of a dog,
a dog the size of a horse, with red eyes, matted black fur,
and chains that drag across the ground as it walks. Sometimes the smell
of sulfur accompanies this dog. One thing is certain, if you see this
dog, you don't have much time left. I'm Christina and this is espooky
stories, and today I'm telling you about an encounter with elk Home. Listen
escucha if you dare. Antonio was a hard working man, like his father
and older brother. He needed to be. He had a family to feed.
Like every hard working man, he also needed a little break before going
home after a long day in the sun. Every man needed a break,
a drink or two at the cantina. It was just what men did.
He always thought he'd go straight home after work to see his kids and his
wife, spent time with them before they went to bed. This was something
he always wanted from his own father. He used to spend hours waiting at
the door for him. He used to tell himself he wouldn't keep his own
children waiting like that. But times were different now. He was a man,
a man that needed time to relax a bit before going home. Home
was around the corner anyway, And it's not like he did this every night.
And you know what, he was there when it mattered. He didn't
miss the important days that mattered. Never mind that he'd only be gone for
a little bit anyway, at least that's what he told himself. That little
bit got longer and longer, and it was now late at night. Antonio
was drinking and having a good time. The bar closed and he and his
friends had no choice but to head home. They were walking on the cobblestone
roads of Naui SalCo, just a group of hard working drunk men heading home
in the same direction. At least they were until Antonio had the urge to
pee. His friends wanted to wait for him, but he told them it
was fine, he'd catch up later. He stopped and his friends went on.
If he had a watch, he'd know that it was already past midnight
and this was not a good hour to be out and about. Antonio's Aulita
always warned him about being out late at night, especially out late at night
and alone, but he was too drunk to remember this. Antonio was done
and continued stumbling on his friends nowhere to be seen. He thought he heard
noises behind him, but he kept walking. He did not want to turn
around to check. He heard growling and the sound of hoops on the cobblestone.
He walked a little faster to get away, but the noises didn't stop.
Whatever this was was following him. Antonio decided to turn around, and
there it was a giant black dog with thick, matted, tangled fur at
an odor like no other. This dog smelled rotten like sulfur. It was
the size of a horse, with piercing red eyes at a chain that dragged
along the road as it walked. He turned his back to this creature and
he ran, afraid for his life. The creature did not like this,
and it chased Antonio down. Antonio thought he was running faster than did this
thing, and it was suddenly nowhere to be seen. He slowed down,
caught his breath, and took another step, but when he looked up,
it was in front of him. The giant dog stood and Antonio screamed.
He knew what this was. This was not a dog. This was He
wanted to run, but it was too late. He was being attacked.
The dog kicked and hit him and never bit him. It was abnormally strong.
The attack continued and Antonio thought surely someone would pass by and save him.
No one came, and Ilgajo attacked until Antonio could no longer breathe.
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