Howardsville, a quaint little city, nestled in the foothills of the Putney Mountains located forty miles southwest of Charleston, West Virginia, had its own dark history. Having lived his entire life in the two-story house on the edge of town, Ernest Cassidy was familiar with the myths, legends, and lies about his city and was always quick to defend it.
The mysteries began years earlier when Dr. Ronald Hackney, a local surgeon came up missing. One morning, when he failed to arrive at the office, his nurse called the house looking for him. Finding his car in the garage with the keys in it, his wife called the police. After searching for several days without finding him, they stopped looking. Within a few months, other locals were missing. Since
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It’s not going to happen, I don’t care how many new jobs they think they will create!” Dialing the phone, he said, “Hey, it’s me. Would you help me with a problem? ‘The Johnson Coal Company has plans to reopen the Putney Mines. I need you boy to see that they don’t do it.” “Of course, I trust you. I won’t worry, knowing everything is under control.” +++ After Claude ate, he went over and curled up by the old man’s feet. “My friend, I would love to take a trip up there once more, but Putney Mountain is dangerous these old bones would make it up there, but it would be hard coming back.” Patting the sofa, Mr. Cassidy said, “You can come on up here and lay beside me.” After several unsuccessful tries to crawl up on the couch, he helped Claude and smiled when he placed his head on his lap. While rubbing the dog’s head, he said. “The hearing is tomorrow, it will be nice if they declare our house a historical landmark. It might be falling apart, but it is home. That stuck-up woman wants it demolished. Let it piss her off who cares if she screams so loud she knocks Putney Mountain clean over into …show more content…
Perking up his ears the dog listened. “I didn’t mention it, but the other day, I had a close call, I started to cross the street and saw her coming towards me. Thinking, I had time to get to the other side; I pushed my cart off the curb. Would you believe she sped up, and roared by me in her shiny BMW, the wind dumped my cart over in the street? While I was picking up the cans and bottles, she came back, stopped and watched me. Someday, she’ll get what’s coming to her.” Sticking his head up, he barked. “Claude, you’re right, she doesn’t like us and right now she’s not one of my favorite people,” he said and smiled as the dog covered his head with his paws. “That’s okay, one day she’ll be good to me, if not it’s her loss.” Snickering, he patted him on the head, “What do we do today?” He asked, and Claude barked. “You want to take a drive. First, I need to do a few errands.” After struggling to get off the sofa, Claude went to the front door to wait. “Oh no, you can’t go, someone needs to watch the house,” he said, pointing his finger and watched the hound go out the back door. Going to the liquor cabinet,
Jared realized he hurt Maggie’s feelings and felt bad, because at first, he did believe that maybe Call could speak. “Hey, maybe this is just a bad time for her” Jared told Maggie in a comforting tone. “What?” Maggie responded. “Maybe dogs only communicate when they need to tell us something really important information” Jared said to Maggie. “Do you mean that?” Maggie asked Jared with hope. “Sure” he said, “You should feel honored that Call chose to tell you over anyone that she needed more attention.” Jared smiled and left Maggie to return to his rightful position on the couch.
The mysteries of Putney Mountain began years earlier when strange and scary events started, forever changing the lives of the citizens of the town of Howardsville located near Charleston, West Virginia. Resulting in the myths, legends, and lies, that still exists to this day. Ernest Cassidy, an elderly man, lived as a recluse in the two-story house a few miles out of the town near the Putney Mountains, was familiar with the secrets involving the surrounding area. The townspeople wondered about his connections to these abnormal activities, but no one volunteered to question his involvement.
As they talk, a dog barks at Lin from the street. Strange -- it seems scared of her. A bad feeling washes over Lin. Dizziness. She pays her bill and hurries home.
They narrowed down the search to thirty five people. As the detective went into the house, out of the corner of his eye he saw someone head down some stairs. Once down it looked terrible. There was blood, and an odd odor. It was coming from further down the hall. “This is like a maze…” the detective replied. Simply going down with his weapon out, he made it to the end and found a second body. Running back upstairs he asked if anyone else was missing. “Do a name check now?” Two people we’re missing. Joe Smith and Stan Hawthorne. “Did they come with anyone or does anyone have a grudge with them?” The detective asked Mr. Johnson, “No, but there was three people who went into the house before the murders.” The detective asked who, leading to the three names being found. “Steve Jackson, Richard Sherman, and Bobby Nichols.” The detective had them found and brought to their local precinct for questioning.
“I thought that he’d at least be prepared for the people coming for dogs today. Everyone had to call in advance.” I contemplated. There wasn’t any sort of prepared look about this guy. How was I supposed to know if this guy even had and puppies left here for us in the first place? But my Mom had always told me not to assume (even though that’s all she did), and for once she was right.
One day the dog’s separated and went their own ways. Squirrel overcame many obstacles on his own and he was lucky enough to meet another dog, Moon. Together they went through thick and thin. One day they were traveling, and Moon ran across a street without looking and tragically died. Squirrel slowly learned how to live on his own again. He eventually grew old and started to become weak. Squirrel came across this house with an old lady living in it. He sensed he could trust her and he found his forever
The dog walks toward the door, then turns around and says, "But why are you talking to me like that? You always order me around like I'm nothing. And you only call me when you want something. And then you make me sleep on the floor, with my arthritis. You give me this fahkahkta food and tell me it's a special diet but it tastes like dreck! You should eat it yourself! And do you ever take me for a decent walk? Nope, it's out the house, a short pish
Francois walked through with the new husky, Buck. Buck is a disrespectful little pet, so he set him between Dave and Solleks. He needs to know and learn that I’m the boss around here, and the head dog. I growl once in awhile to show him that I’m boss. He learned quickly, so Francois rewarded him. I should be the one getting the reward. I’m more experienced, skilled, smart. I can tell that Buck hasn’t liked me since that day we attacked Curly. I was laughing and snarling at Curly while she was screaming and getting attacked. Buck cringed and gave me a look that said “I hate you so bitterly.” When Francois fastened him up in the belt to pull the sled and work, he looked like a lost baby. I can’t believe they picked some immature puppy. I found
I ran out the garage door, forgetting to shut it as a bag with dog toys and supplies bounced as I ran to the car. I set the bag in the very back of the car next to the crate and dashed to the backseat. The sun shone bright today, knowing that it was special. I put my seatbelt on, it settling in its resting spot with a faint click. I could barely contain my excitement today. Before I knew it, the car started and we headed off to the breeders. I was worried that something was going to happen, but I tried by hardest to not think about all of the bad possibilities as I settled into my seat.
Alexander ran his hands through his hair, ruffling the short strands. “I’m not looking to open up a shelter but he came to me. Came to my house. I can’t abandon him. I’m going to try and find someone who can take him. He’s a good dog.”
“Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t, “ said Mrs. Minter. “I’m sure your mutt is just as pure and innocent as the new fallen snow.”
She came home, and immediately I knew something was off; even though I used my usually effective methods of persuasion, she did not want to play. Even her favourite squeaky toy didn’t make her want to play. She told me to go lie down, and I did—because that’s what good dogs do.
The narrator in this story is omniscient, expressing the thoughts of the protagonists and the dog, these varying viewpoints exemplify the main character’s arrogance. “The animal was depressed by the tremendous cold. It knew that it was no time for traveling. Its instincts told it a truer tale than was told to the man by the man’s judgement.” The man completely disregards the dog’s natural instincts, which are deeply imbued in nature and relies on his
“Zooee! Come downstairs NOW!” That’s my mother. She gets mad about everything. I should probably go downstairs, but I’m caught up in a whole lot of homework. “Coming,” I replied, so she knew I was on my way. I scattered all my homework back into two neat piles and clipped them together with paper clips-one pile is finished work, and the other is unfinished. I ran out my door and hurried downstairs, not caring to turn off my lights. “What is it?” I asked, knowing it could be anything. “Your dog peed on the rug again,” she said, with a mad attitude, “When will you potty-train your dog?” My dog is a full blood black lab, and I named her Chloe. “Come on mom, she’s only twelve weeks old, and I’m working on it,” I replied. “Well, I’m getting tired of having to be careful where I step, not knowing where your dog did her business.” “Will you please stop calling her ‘your dog’? Just call her Chloe, so she gets used to the name.” “Fine,” she agreed “and by the way, your dog keeps going into that ‘haunted house’ down the street,” she added. I sighed.
“Sorry about that-I’ll fill your food bowl.” Zac came back to the living room with a bowl full of dog chow. “Sparky, Sparky come get your food.” No sign of the dog was heard and the house was pin drop silent. He took the chew toy that usually attracted his dog. Zac then proceeded to check the bedrooms as the floor creaked.