The Cat

The Cat Part 1

_7PM_

Something brushed up against my foot and my surprise turned to horror. I don’t have a cat. Let alone why is the cat stained with blood. Where did it come from? How did it get in my house? I got up quickly, looking around frantically. I grab a poker stick from my fireplace.

Meow Meow

“Shhhh” I say to the cat. It starts to rub its still slightly sticky bloody self against my bare leg. I shiver at the thought of where that cat has been. What if the cat’s owner was brutally murdered- or even worse what if the cat is the murderer? I shake these thoughts away as I cross the living room floor. I check the front door handle - locked - I chain the door up just in case. The cat is still following me. Its very creepy, the way it silently moves across the floor to then look up at me with its bright glowing green eyes. Once again it begins to meow, and again I tell it to shhh. With the poker stick in front of me I cross the hall and into the kitchen. I reach around the wall to find the light switch. My jaw drops in horror…