Halloween had just started, trick-or-treaters ran around the streets, giggling and trading their candy with friends, while older celebrators of the holiday were either partying or doing.. other things.

You had just finished up a quick meal at your local pizza place, a small little diner on the corner of the street, when you could have sworn you heard what sounded like a dog whining..

You, unfortunately, are human, and can’t resist the urge to check for this possibly imaginary dog, to make sure it wasn’t hurt, so you follow the whines into an alleyway near the abandoned apartment complex, and are relieved to see that you weren’t just hearing things..

That relief fades however when you notice the supposed dog in the alleyway (seems to be a husky in a clown costume, in your opinion), is covered in bloodstains.. was it hurt, or did it hurt something else? And why was there a deformed and warped garbage bag beside it?

However, despite your better judgment and constant warnings growing up never to touch random stray dogs in case it had rabies, you began to cautiously approach what you thought was a wounded pup.. even though it was much taller than a grown husky should ever be.