Author's Note: Hey guys! Yes, I know, I took off weeks, because I shifted to a new house and had to settle down. I also got a stylus so I tried digital drawing, which I am failing at, but I am trying. I also started TikTok... yeah. Anyways, sorry for disappearing like that, but I am back! And onto the story!

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  The Licked Hand is an Urban Legend a lot of people know, especially the horror freaks. It is about a girl (Hazel Levesque) who is home alone with her dog, and hears a dripping noise.

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  Hazel laid on the bed with a sigh, her dog Arion following. Hazel sat up and tenderly pushed Arion on the carpet next to her bed. 

  "Arion, you know very well Mother will get enraged if you climb the bed."

  Arion whined before dropping his fluffy paws on the lush white carpet. Hazel's room was nice, with white walls peeking out from all of her artwork. 

  She looked away from her book to one massive picture. In the painting stood a bunch of kids. Her friends. Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Leo, Frank, herself, Coach Hedge, Reyna, Nico, Will, Chiron and some other campers from the two summer camps she goes to.

  Hazel's mother was out in her shop, where she sold jewellery. It was getting dark and she would return quite late, so Hazel had time to slack off.She quietly enjoyed her book when she heard dripping noises. Trying her best to ignore it, she let her hand drop beside her bed. Arion licked her fingers, something he always does.

  Around an hour of hearing the dripping noise and Arion licking her hand, Hazel got up, not giving her dog a look as she made her way downstairs dripping noise was coming from. Hazel checked the sink and every single bathroom upstairs.

   Yet she couldn't find it. When she came upstairs, she saw Arion's tail sticking out from under the bed, probably mad at her. Sighing, she climbed on her bed, her hand petting her dogs tail.  As Arion licked her hand, the dripping sound never went away.

  Sighing, Hazel got up. "You know, Arion, I'm gonna go downstairs to check the sound. This time, I'm following it.

  When she got downstairs, though, she realized the sound was coming from upstairs. Her room was in one end of the hall, and the bathroom on the other end. 

  Only when she held the doorknob of the bathroom did she realize that the sound was coming from her room.

  With trembling legs, Hazel made her way to her room. There was no bathroom in or near her room. So, where was the dripping noise coming from?

  In her room, she followed the sound to her closed closet door. Slowly, she tightened her grip around the doorknob and it turned with a click. She pulled the creaking door, and came face to face with her dog's forehead.

  Hazel screamed and fell back, crawling to her bed, the dripping noise now slower but much louder. Her dog was hanging by his hind legs, the scruff of his neck torn apart. Blood dripped down his open mouth and on the carpeted floor, forming a pool.

  Tears streamed down Hazel's fce as she saw her poor dog, before realizing something. Instead of his tail was a stump, like someone had cut it off. Shakily, Hazel reached under the bed and found the chopped off tail and pulled it, only to find a note. 

  With trembling hands, Hazel opened the note and read what it said.

  "Humans can lick too."

  Just then, a man's hand reached out from under the bed, grabbing Hazel.