Nightmare Soup Tales That Will Turn Your Stomach

Hungry Cats

"Cats are way better than dogs," Jasmine said as she played

with one of the kittens at the local animal shelter.

"No, they're not," Emma quickly shot back. A small puppy was

playfully biting at her hand.

"Cats are easier to take care of. They're cleaner. They're more

independent. Dogs are almost like little children. It's just too much

responsibility."

Jasmine started laughing as the kitten rolled on its back and

pawed at her sleeve.

"Plus, look at how cute they are! I think I'm going to adopt this

one."

Emma put the puppy back in its cage.

"Yeah, well, have you heard that cats eat their owners?"

Jasmine scowled. "What? That's ridiculous. They do not."

"You didn't hear that story?" Emma walked over and gazed

down at all the cats looking at her from behind their cages.

"A few months back, an old lady had a heart attack in her

kitchen and died right there on the floor. About a week later, her

son came to visit and when he opened the door, he was horrified to

find her three cats feeding on her corpse. True story. I promise."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, "I don't believe it. Look at this cute

little face. He would never do that. I think I'm going to name him

Winston."

Emma shrugged. "Okay, I'm just letting you know what I

heard."

Later that night, Jasmine was playing with Winston upstairs

and introducing him to her other cat, Francis. They were getting

along perfectly.

"Okay, you two, time for dinner."

Jasmine started toward the stairs, but just as she stepped down,

Francis brushed against her leg and she tripped.

She screamed as she violently tumbled down the stairs. Her

head cracked against the last step, gashing open her forehead and

knocking her out cold.

Jasmine was unconscious for two whole days.

She finally awoke to the sound of purring next to her ear.

Her eyes slowly opened. Francis was licking the dried blood

from her forehead wound. She then looked down at her hand.

Winston was nibbling on her ring finger. Her thumb and pinky had

been eaten down to the bone.