A young girl, perhaps the age of 6 or 7, was running down the streets after a small grey and black cat. The girl was slightly small for her age, she had a mass of dark brown, almost black, curls on her head, held back by a ribbon matching her dress. A few stray curls fell into the girls expressive blues eyes. Her dress was simple yet adorable on her. It once was clean, but that was before her troublesome cat ran away from the young girl. Annabelle, the young girl, chased after her cat with an intensity only a young child could muster.
The cat, Twitchy, was mostly black with a grey sock on his front paws, a grey right ear, and a patch of grey over his left eye. Both eyes were a startling green. A ribbon that matching his eyes was around his neck, with a small bell attached to it.
Twitchy didn't know where he was going, but he was enjoying running away from his human.
Anna, as she preferred to be called, was growing weary of this tiring game, but she had a burst of energy when she saw that her mother's comment about it feels like it was going to rain, seemed to be true. Dark clouds were rolling in quickly. Suddenly she saw where her cat was headed. The cat bounded down a slightly over grown path that she could just make out in the waning, cloud covered, afternoon sun. She slightly hesitated, thinking about her older brothers's, his friends', other kids', and her own mother's warning about where that path leads to, before deciding that is was all hogwash and continued on with the chase of her beloved cat. The twisting, winding path steadily grew darker as the more clouds rolled in and as the tree cover grew thicker. Slowly Anna grew tired, her hair had long ago escaped her ribbon, going everywhere at once. Her once beautiful, shiny hair, now hung limply onto her shoulders and he forehead. Pushing the sweat damped locks out of her eyes, she looked up to see a sudden thinning of trees. Her shock made her falter in her recently sure-footed steps. She tripped over something, and literally stumbled onto something that she could only call a clearing. Landing on her hands and knees onto the hard packed earth, she looked up to a clearing in the shape of a circle, There seemed to be no life, except her and twitchy, not even a blade of grass. She looked up right in time to her much loved cat, run into a old, abandoned, rundown house. Right as it started raining.
It was dark, but she could see perfectly. The pouring rain didn't cause her any worry, besides the out of place thought that was how mad mommy would be when she saw the new dress. The ground quickly turned into a pit of mud, having nothing to protect it from the cold, harsh rain. Thus, leaving the pale blue dress, the exact color of her eyes, an ugly muddy brown that clung to the small girl's body, causing her to shiver. Trying to wade through the mud, that was quickly growing deeper, to get to shelter from the rain and to continue her quest for her cat. Walking up the steps, she noticed small paw prints, that of a cat, leading into the house. Stopping under the sagging porch, she again thought of the warnings, the stories that she heard. Kids disappearing, wailing of ghosts, evil, witches, and other things like that. Looking into the slightly ajar door, she shivered, but not of cold. Suddenly a meow, so soft, barely a whisper, reached her ears. How she heard it over the harsh pounding of the rain, she would never know. Suddenly filled with a foolish bravery, one caused by love, she advanced into the house. Her first step caused her to jump, for right as she set down her foot, a bolt of lightning and the sudden loud clap of thunder, lit up the sky and shook the house. Taking a deep breath in attempt to regain some of the bravery she felt earlier.
Slowly, creaking step be creaking step, she entered the house. Closing the door behind her, she was startled to see lanterns, with the flickering flames casting a creepy shadow over everthing up and slightly adding a bit more light to the dark house. Being able to see about as much as she could outside, she could make out some furniture, some covered in white sheets, some not, scattered all over the floor of the room she was now standing in. She thought about calling out, and decided to. She took in a deep breath, getting ready to yell. She opened her mouth.
