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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ash Mantle" data-source="post: 7548328" data-attributes="member: 11010">THE LICKED HANDA common yet infrequently told tale popular among the aristocracy and nobility of the City is that of the Licked Hand. It supposedly happened to a real person, a young adult on the verge of womanhood, but more specifically to someone the storyteller knows. It goes a little like this.A young aristocrat from a relatively well off noble family is left home alone with her faithful dog friend and a trusted butler. Her parents and siblings have gone earlier that afternoon to attend a fete.When night approaches, she gets her trusted butler to lock all the doors and any windows within their manor. This is to ensure security. The window for the basement however won't close. They think nothing of it, as there is nothing in the basement to hide behind or anything else of note.Her butler locks the basement door for peace of mind. The basement is designed to be only opened from the outside, so creatures who sneak into the basement can't open the door to get into the mansion.As the night drags on, she feels sleepier and sleepier and decides to retire for the night. Her butler rests in another room, but within earshot and aid. Her dog, as always, accompanies her to her room and sleeps in its customary place under her bed.In the dead of night, her parents staying at her aunt's, she awakens to a wet, dripping sound; must be a leaking tap. The girl, not wanting to check and not wanting to wake her butler reaches under the bed for reassurance. She feels a comforting lick from her dog and goes back to sleep.This repeats twice. Once more, she awakens to the sound, this time sounding louder and closer. Curious, she gets up to investigate. She slowly walks towards the bathroom, passes her butler's room, the sound progressively get louder and the drips more frequent.She turns on the light, and is floored with horror and shock. Hanging from the ceiling is her dog, its throat slit and its blood dripping onto the floor.Something catches her eye, scrawled on the mirror in elegant yet clumsy script are the words "We can lick too."</blockquote>

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