Cat boy
"...His folks couldn't afford to take care of the boy so one night they dropped him off on the doorsteps of St. Luke's. The next morning the nuns only discovered an empty basket. His parents had heard about the disappearance and were racked with guilt. They had only wanted a better life for him then they could provide. Their guilt was so strong they killed themselves.
"Years went by and nobody had ever learned what had happened to the unwanted child. It wasn't until five years later, around the vicinity of his original home. The next-door neighbor was an old woman who loved cats. She used to put out saucers of milk for them by the gallons. The authorities had told her to cease and desist many times due to complaints from neighbors but she never obeyed. She continued to care for the strays, most nights she would have twenty-five cats in her yard meowing and yowling at all hours.
"She died one day, as old people do, and nobody noticed until a week or so later. The cats had found a way into the house. They were eating her. Cats are not like dogs. A dog will only eat its master if there are no other sources of food. They actually mourn the loss of their human companion. Cats don't care about you. To them you are only a food dispenser.
"The boy was among the cats that were eating the old woman. He was naked. His appearance differed slightly now, and not just because of the passage of time. His ears had grown pointed on the tips and his eyes... The pupils were now slits like those of the rest of the pride.
"They say he still roams this county with his cats. He is their king and he leads his loyal army to food and shelter. That's why they tell you to never leave milk out over night. Cat boy might add you to his route. Should you happen to, by some accident, leave him an offering you can never stop. Heed the warning or you to may share that old woman's fate.
"You will know that he has added you to his rounds if he bestows you with a 'gift'. A dead mouse or a bird will be placed upon your doorstep. The bigger the tribute he leaves you the more he wants. The longer you are on his nightly routine the more he will expect from you.
"My neighbor is on his list. She pays him in cans of sardines. She had forgotten one night. Their scratching at her door woke me up. They howled trying to entice her out.
That is when I saw him. The elements have forced hair to grow all over his body, hair where humans normally do not have it. His eyes glowed green in the dark..."
"Bullshit." A girl interrupts the storyteller.
"Really Claire?" He challenges her. "Then why don't you leave out a saucer of milk tonight?"
"Because it's stupid." All eyes are on her now.
"Is it? Or are you too scared?" He asks.
"I'll do it is everyone else does." Claire challenges the crowd. The others break eye contact. They had all heard about the cat boy and wouldn't dare tempt fate. Only one raises a hand in agreement. Gabby, Claire's best friend and neighbor, would take the dare and help her pal save face.
Claire went home wishing she hadn't said anything. She has just opened herself up to be pranked. Gabby and her put their bowls of milk out at the same time that night. They waved to each other before returning to their respective homes.
The next morning before school Claire checks on her bowl and finds it licked clean. Inside is the lifeless body of a small field mouse. She runs next door to look in her friend's dish. Gabby's is empty of milk but there is no 'gift' inside. Her friend appears in the door yawning.
"Why was your dog barking all night?" Gabby asks.
"Because that asshole killed a mouse and left it at my door." Claire responds.
