I vividly remember being in pre-school and not wanting to go to sleep during nap time, so my two female teachers let me stay up one day. While every other kid was sill asleep, though, one of my teachers came up fo me and asked if wanted to see their dog. They called it something along the lines of Herb, think I thought it was weird question and said "The schoolhouse is too small there's nat a dog here." To which she responded "Oh no, Hetby's in the back room over there. Come on, let's see him. I remember her being really insistent about i, but I ked dogs so what the hell, you know? Sole her lead me into the back room, And ths is where my memory starts to go hazy, but I remember, instead of coming in with me, she closed the door after I entered. Itwas ike some kind of boiler room. Dark with dim orange lighting, and I remember backing up into a wall because there realy was 2 dog inside. It was huge rabie-looking thing with a black coat and it was chained up to something, and it started barking and lunging at me, but the chain kept it back Every now and then, when it got tired and sat down, I would rush toward the door and slam open it, igale the knob (which was locked), and generally shit my pants, crying the entire ime, And then, finally. they let me the fuck out. I had been in there so long the rest ofthe kids were up and it was nearly time to go home. But l remember the two teachers looking at me all concemed and asking me what was wrong. I pointed atthe door and cried out "the dog." The one who locked me in there in the fist place said, You mean Herby? She then proceeded to open the door and pulled out a giant orange dog plushie I had never seen before. The rabid dog I had seen before was nowhere insight. To this day, I still have no fucking idea what happened there, but I never told anyone and convinced mnyseff I made it up.