The Vampire Dog

My eight year old Ricky has written a story for school, and it made me go into fits of giggles so I thought I'd post it. It's supposed to be a scary story. I didn't tell him I was laughing though. I didn't want to wound his pride!

The Vampire Dog

One scary Halloween night there was a dog, not an ordinary dog. It was a vampire dog. At midnight he bit off anyone’s head if they were awake. No one liked it. He was smelly, ugly, old and mean. No one went near him. At night a karate man stayed up. He had to kill him. At midnight he came. They came face to face. He went up and karate chopped him in half. There was no more of him.

I don't think J.K. Rowling needs to worry about competition just yet.