Beyond The Window's Sill

Chapter II

The kid couldn't believe the view infront of her, she Hastily tried to crawl back before hitting the wall.

‘Stop being so hasty with your judgement and calm down.’ The cat said, standing on its four leg as it slowly strided towards the kid.

‘You can talk?!—’ the kid's eyes widened looking at the cat, her hand curled under her neck.

The cat leaped onto the kid's lap, she looked at it in perplexity, ‘Why would you suppose I can't?’ it started to knead on the kid's tighs.

She paused for a moment, her eyes hardened, But suddenly a shift of mood appeared. A grin appeared on her face, her face softened as she gently stroked the cat.

‘This is just like a dream!..’ the kid exclaimed, before picking up the cat high to level of her head.

‘Well I suppose I'm your dream come true? Now put me down!’ the cat said, as it wriggled under the grasp of her.

‘oh sorry—’ the kid loosened her grip and the cat immediately bounced off her.

The kid leaned closer to the cat, her face grinning curiosity, ‘Are there anymore things you're capable of?’

‘If meowing counts, then sure.’ the cat said before it began to groom its paws. ‘But I could show you something whimsy.’

She stood yo straight before looking back and forth, ‘Then could perhaps show me something magical around here?’

The cat turned to glance at the kid, ‘What are you talking about? everything's magical here—’ after it spoke, the cat began to walk towards the painting.

‘wait, where are you going?!’ the kid said, before slowly creeping up to the cat.

The cat upon reaching, sat infront of the same painting that the kid was staring at, ‘Ah, so this was the painting you were staring at?’

The kid turned to look at the painting, her head froze as her eyes widened before slowly retreating back slightly.

‘It.. It's the same scary painting woman—’ she said, her voice drenched in dread as she looked at the cat with the corner of her eye.

The kid’s breath quickened, her fingers gripping the cold floor beneath her. ‘She was staring at me…’

The cat flicked its tail dismissively. ‘That? Oh, don’t let her bother you. She can’t do much from behind a canvas.’

The kid's body stiffened, her heart pounding in her chest. ‘But she moved—I swear I saw her eyes blink!’

The cat purred softly, padding closer below the painting. ‘Perhaps she did. You’ll find that things in this place don’t always behave as you’d expect.’

The kid's gaze remained fixed on the painted woman’s eyes, now dark and lifeless, her painted lips drawn into a rigid frown. ‘But why would she—’

‘Because,’ the cat interrupted, ‘you’re in her domain now.’

The kid blinked, stepping back. ‘Her… domain?’

The cat lazily stretched, its voice low and almost playful. ‘Oh, yes. You’ve crossed a threshold, lassy. This isn’t just any hallway.’

It turned to face her, its eyes gleaming. ‘It’s her world, where the lines between paint and reality are far thinner than you know.’

The kid took another step back, her back brushing against the wall. ‘W-what do you mean?’

With a sigh, the cat sat down again, curling its tail around its paws. ‘She’s a ghost of sorts, watching over this place. And now that you’ve seen her, she’s seen you.’