One Friday morning, I woke up to my alarm clock buzzing, a dull low noise that I didn't remember hearing every morning, but almost as soon as I heard it, it stopped and just started beeping like normal. I could tell that this was going to be an abnormal day.. I got up, like every other day, and started to brush my teeth when I noticed that I wasn't using my toothpaste. I was using my sister's pink bubble gum toothpaste, yuk!
After that I got up, grabbed an apple, and flopped down onto the couch to eat. Then as I waited for my dad to get done eating his scrambled eggs, I turned on the T.V. A news reporter came on in the middle of the T.V. show to announce the weather. All week is supposed to be sunny of course, it is summer. After about 15 minutes my dad came into the living room, we both got up and got into the car.
We were heading towards my friend's house to pick her up so that we could go to the mall. On the way there, my friend, Bethany, and I were deep in discussion about what we would buy at the mall when suddenly the car swerved and there was a loud thump on the bottom of the car!
There was no one else around so my dad stopped the car to explain what had happened. He said, "I tried not to hit it, but this slender black cat with half a tail and a big scar over its left eye and nose jumped out in front of the car, hissed, and ducked. It must've gotten scared and jumped when we were over it!"
We all looked behind us, but there was nothing there. We even got out of the car to look under, just in case it got stuck, but there wasn't anything. Not a tuft of cat hair or even blood on the car or the road. It was like there wasn't even a cat at all. We got back into the car and just sat there, stupefied by the overwhelming feeling of fear. My dad drove on.
At the mall, we bought a lot of clothes but were still scared that a black cat might jump out at us from every bench or from inside a store to take revenge on us. The only question we asked was what date it was so that my dad could buy some new shoes with a check. The sales clerk said that today was (as I had feared) Friday 13, 2001. Now adding to our fear of the evil demented cat, but now I wished we didn't ask.
On the way home, we stayed on the jammed highways instead of taking the dark back-roads which were covered by the limbs of trees. We were so paranoid that instead of racing home through the back-roads, we decided to stick to the crowded highways, where we would be late for lunch, but we'd feel safer in a place with a lot of people. When we got home it was 5:00 my mom was taking a nap. We all swore to keep quiet about this whole thing. That night, I dreamed about the black cat and the whole charade except something was different.
After going to the mall, we came home like normal, but I woke up the next day and the black cat was at my feet, ready to pounce. It jumped at me, claws out, eyes glaring with a thirst for human blood, and mouth open showing sharp, yellow teeth. I bolted upright and woke up. Perspiration all over, my hair was standing on end, and blood was dripping down my face. I stared frightened at my wall which had claw marks like paw prints climbing up the wall, and as my eyes followed the claw marks on my ceiling was scratched, three long scratches, just like on the bed and on my shirt.
I looked up, and it all was gone, blood and all.
The next day, I stayed home all day, but at 12:00 Bethany came over to spend the night for a week. When we started to talk about what happened with the black cat, my parents came in. They said that they were going out to eat lunch. We really didn't want to be alone, but since my dad didn't seem scared, we gathered our courage and finally let go of our fears. We didn't know that this might be our doom.
My family lived in a mansion, so we had a reason to be scared. While my parents were gone, I told Bethany all about my dream and the claw marks on the wall. She said that she had had the same dream, except that there were no claw marks anywhere. Instead, there were cat eyes everywhere glaring at you from every corner, wall, and shadow.
We were just about to change the subject, when we heard the downstairs door open and a loud yowling / hissing sound. The cat was here! We ran into my closet and shut and locked the door. Then we heard meowing, getting louder and louder, closer and closer. I peeked through a crack in the door and saw my long, slender door handle turn and my door opened slightly. The a black head with gleaming eyes and a scar over the left eye and nose peeked in, sniffed, and then in came the body.
The cat had a hungry gleam in his eyes that I had recalled seeing before. He sniffed the air. I didn't dare to move. I didn't even dare to breathe, for I knew that he could probably feel movement, hear the slightest breath, and smell fear, because this wasn't a normal cat, no hi was evil, pure evil, and nothing could change that. He started walking slowly toward the closet, then faster and faster, until finally he leaped off the floor and pounced on the door handle. He fell off and got even more frustrated until finally he started clawing my bed post, sharpening his claws for his final plan. Then he walked over to the door and started clawing the wood, taking off all the paint.
He knew we were in there and he wasn't going to give up. He scratched off layer by layer of wood until we saw a small hole appear on our side of the door. Then the hole got bigger and bigger until it was big enough that it was the size of an eye. Then the cat stopped scratching and we heard the bedroom door open more.
I was so excited that we survived the cat that I flung open the door only to see my room in pieces and the black cat in a pounce position on my bed. He pounced at me and scratched a deep scratch on my cheek. Warm blood trickled from the wound which was three claw marks, then he scratched my forehead with three claws as he scratched my nose as I screamed in pain and horror. Then as I tried to pull the cat away with my hands he bit my hand, first my right then my left, hard enough to draw blood and as he did he scratched my stomach and arms. Then as blood dripped all over me, he scratched my neck of all places and my back as he climbed around me. Pools of blood now covered the floor and I was drenched in this dark red substance.
Bethany got up so much courage that she grabbed a broom out of the closet and thwacked the cat off of my face and against the wall. The cat lay motionless on the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he stopped breathing.
I lay on the floor struggling to keep myself from howling with pain, when Bethany started to pick up the bedraggled creature. "No," I yelled with the last of my strength. She turned towards me (a big mistake) and the cat pounced on her, scratching her almost as badly as me. Blood flew and yowls and screams filled the air. I had to save my friend, she did for me, so it was my turn.
I picked up the blood-stained broom and swung it like a baseball bat hitting the cat. He flew into the air and smashed out my bedroom window. We looked out and he was gone again.
Meanwhile at the restaurant where my mom and dad were at...
They were enjoying delicately prepared food when the cat came in. He got a running start and pounced into my parents' food, he lept at my dad's chest, and tore up his clothes as he left scratches of three claw marks on my dad's chest and neck. The cat bellowed low, menacing calls of warning to anyone who dared to stop him as my dad yelled with pain.
My mom took my dad's steak knife and slammed it into the cat's back. The cat fell off the table and disappeared without a trace.
Everyone got medical help eventually, luckily, but that night I had the same dream. But this time, the scratches on the wall said:
DIE
DIE
DIE
The End
Created on ... March 25, 2002