The dark black cat with bright blue eyes sat in the cold, unwelcoming tree, staring at the smiling people walking by. She had sat there for around 3 years now and that was enough time for the people in the normal neighborhood to start calling the weird cat Zethera. They were nice, loving people and had the vet from the other neighborhood nearby come and give her a yearly checkup. The caring vet always came to the strange tree because the mysterious cat never left and when someone tries to take her out of it kindly, she viciously attacks them until they leave. Zethera always had an unhappy look in her green eyes that were always staring at the creepy, old, faded blue, vine-covered, abandoned house. Some people thought she used to live there and was now protecting the creaky house. Those people didn't know the scary truth, the real, terrifying reason she sat there through the freezing cold winter, the burning hot summer, and all the other ever changing seasons. They didn't know what was in the ancient house, the horrifying thing that was in the mansion. The reason that the big house howled and creaked. All the smiling, happy people that walked by the bizarre Zethera didn't know that she was waiting. Waiting for them to come back, even though she knew they wouldn't. Waiting for the kind family to come back. She waited, getting sadder and sadder by the minute, wanting to leave the cold tree but she couldn't and she was about to find out the reason why...
My name is Zethera, the black cat that no one noticed. I waited in the cold tree, like I always do, sometimes taking a small break from watching the old house to stare at the joyful kids playing in the freezing weather. They were happy and wildly throwing snowballs at each other. White snowballs sometimes flew into the uncomfortable pine tree. It felt weird when I wasn't watching the creepy, old house. I am always unhappy, having nothing to do because I keep getting a weird feeling whenever I try to leave or look away. I don't know why as I'm just a black cat in a tall tree and nobody tells me anything! The only people who notice me are one, small family that live down the street. They bring me tasty food every day, in the morning and in the afternoon, and I eat it while still staring at the large, snow-covered house across the street. Some days there are fierce blizzards and then they don't bring the delicious food. The kind parents and their young daughter should be coming soon. Suddenly a strong wind blows through and it becomes colder and the happy kids leave. The powdery snow is whipped up into the freezing air and a shadowy figure appears. He walks up to my tall tree and starts the dangerous climb to me. I admit, I'm scared, who knows what he wants. I'm just an unhappy cat. The strange figure comes even closer and starts softly petting me. I realize that the dark figure is a tall girl. She starts talking quietly, to me, it seems. "Zethera, I am here to tell you about your unusual situation," she starts. "You made a promise years ago and you are keeping that promise." I'm completely confused by what the gentle, kind girl was telling me. She has long, red hair and green eyes. I quietly meowed to show my confusion. "You promised to wait for them to come back and take you back to their warm home," she explained. I remembered the nice family I used live with, while she continued,"They were in a large car crash that involved a huge herd of buffalo running across the street and are haunting this old house now. You have to follow them to every house they go to. If you do not, you will turn invisible, but you will not be a ghost, and you will have to follow them. There is no way to reverse the effects and make you visible again. No one will notice you, even if they touch you. Get ready to leave and don't get attached. You will know when to travel." I understood why I was an unhappy cat. I had been waiting for them all this time for them and they never came.
Zethera finally understood the scary truth that she will never have freedom to do what she wants, forever binded by the horrible curse. She sits in that tree waiting for the odd feeling to travel. She doesn't know what it will feel like or how she'll know where to go. Zethera doesn't know if they will ever come for her and she has a bad feeling they won't. She doesn't know what the next place will look like or how the people will react. She may never leave the creepy neighborhood, the one that she used to call normal, the one that she used to call home. She wonders if she will miss the feeling when it comes and turn invisible. So the black cat just waits in the cold, tall tree for her loving family to come rescue her from this terrifying fate.
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Awful Poems and Stories
RandomI've gathered up a collection of poems and stories that I've written. Some will be class assignments, along with some stories that I wrote when I was a child. There might even be some new ones later on. Enjoy my misery and embarrassment. Warning: ma...
