I made up this really sick, twisted, fucked up Creepypasta that I never finished a while back. I had it all planned out in my head. To summarise;
There was this 14 year old girl, and her great grandmother liked to get her a stuffed toy every year for her birthday. Now that she was a teenager, she didn't care much for stuffed toys. On her 14th birthday her great grandmother got her a stuffed, toy dog. It had a strange odor about it which she couldn't quite describe. Once her gran left, she was gonna throw the dog away, but had change of heart, since even though it was just a toy, she felt a small attachment to it.
She started having strange dreams. They were about this house, and strange noses coming from upstairs. In the first dream there was a large, brown German sherperd standing on the landing. When she woke up she heard growling coming from her wardrobe (where she'd put the stuffed dog). When she checked, everything seemed fine, and she assumed that the toy made noise. When she pressed it to see if it would make a noise, she noticed that it had a squishy feel to it.
She discarded that and went back to bed, but left the wardrobe door open. As she was drifting in and out of sleep, she saw glowing eyes in the darkness.
Second dream. She was upstairs and was drawn to a door at the end of the hallway. There were noises coming from behind it. She was stopped by the same German shepherd.
Over time she gets even more attacted to the stuffed dog, (I had her name him, but I can't remember what it was).
Third dream. She finds herself in a forest and comes across a strange man. I can't remember how it played out, but the dude broke his dogs legs. All four. She then found herself inside the room she had come across in the second dream and sees the same man torturing his dog. I don't want to go into detail, cause I already sound like a sick person. All I'll say is, he hacked off all of the dogs limbs, opened up his stomach so his organs would spill out, scooped out his eye balls, cut off the top of his head to expose his brain, and then ended his life by tearing his heart out.
She wakes up, rushes to the bathroom and vomits. She sees the dog in the bathtube, alive. It pulls itself out with it's stumps and collides with the bathroom floor. She faints.
Paranoid and scared, she believes her stuffed dog is the cause of her nightmares and decides to end it by cutting him up with scissors and then disposing of him. But she doesn't go through with it since she is fully attached. She finds a loose thread on the stuffed dogs stomach and pulls it. His stomach comes undone and a heart drops out and goes splat over the bathroom floor.
Turns out, the heart belonged to the dog from her dreams. He was real. And so was the fucking mad man who did it to him. He stitched some organs into the stuffed dog and sold it to the girls Gran.
...That is screwed up. (although it was pretty obvious how it would all end)