" Gazelle"

 Last summer, my father asked me to stay in his apartment in new buildings while he was on vacation, so that I could water the flowers, feed the cat, etc. I also brought my dog there with me — there was no one to leave her with either. Well, that's how I lived for a while. Every day I went out with the dog for a walk at about half past eleven. And there was a forest park nearby, so I went there with her.

One day, I was walking with her along the highway that passes by the forest park, and there was a gazelle on the side of the road, where there is no asphalt anymore. It was such an ordinary car that had not started for a very long time — well, such an ordinary snowdrop. The body was rusty in places, the wheels had been punctured for a long time — in short, she was standing there and rotting. I've seen this gazelle before. And today, my dog — he's a dachshund, by the way — saw a cat or a rat there and ran right under the car. I couldn't get her out by the tape measure leash, so I bent down to see what she was doing there. Seeing nothing, I straightened up, and then suddenly noticed a face inside the gazelle. A girl was looking right at me and smiling very cheerfully. Actually, it didn't seem surprising to me, since children often laugh when they see dachshunds — they're funny.

I bent down again and pulled on the dog's leash, and she just growled in response. Then I looked at the girl again, and now it seemed to me that she was not taking her eyes off me at all, and that she was not looking at me cheerfully at all, but rather maliciously. Her black hair was disheveled and, as it seemed to me, her shoulders were not covered with anything. She looked to be about nine years old. And then I saw through the glass of the gazelle how she raised her hand, shook her finger at me and hissed in a rather nasty voice: "BITCH!". Then I kind of froze, but finally I saw that she wasn't smiling at all from the very beginning - she just didn't have lips, they were cut off as if along the contour, and only her teeth stuck out, they even seemed to shine. Turning around, I rushed back, but my dog stopped dead and howled very loudly. I tried to run, but the dog was pulling me back, I had to turn around and pick her up, but I was afraid to turn around. It was creepy. I don't remember how it all turned out, but when I reached the nearest store, I calmed down a little. Then my dog howled all night. Maybe I should have called the cops about this gazelle?