Black Cat Sky

Part One- Getting In

I stood on the crumbling cement steps of the dilapidated house with my friend Isacc, both wearing all black. We weren't trying to break in or anything, but according to him, "We need to look sketchy to do sketchy stuff."

"This doesn't feel quite right." I told him.

"Freddie, you're just being a chicken." he replied casually.

Both of us returned our gazes to the house. Its siding was a disgusting cracked and faded pepto-bismol pink, resembling rotten flesh in the pale moonlight. The windows were empty eye sockets, and to call the lawn overgrown was a major understatement. Isacc said it was a 1950's housewife nightmare. I just called it unsettling.

"C'mon. Let's knock." he urged.

"No way!" I whisper-yelled, "This is quite literally one of the worst ideas you've ever had."

"But my cats-" Isacc pleaded. Of course, his cats. How could I ever forget the cats. Every day, Isacc fed and watered the stray cats in the neighborhood. They flocked to his door and meowed until he came out. He loved those cats more than anything in the whole universe. Lately, he had noticed a lot of them hadn't been showing up outside his house for food. So, naturally he got worried sick.

Isacc looked down at his feet, bent down and picked something up. There was a rustle and a meow in his backpack.

"Sorry, Chips." Isacc said as he stood up.

"You brought Chips?!" I nearly screamed. Chips is our cat. We basically have joint custody of her, because she wanders between our houses and stays wherever she wants.

"Look." Isacc whispered. He held out his hand to reveal a couple pieces of Whiskas and some indiscriminately coloured cat hair.

"Now we need to go in." He said intensely, looking me dead in the face. I grumbled quietly as he knocked on the rusty door and it swung open with a shriek.

"After you." he grinned maniacally, and made a grandiose gesture indicating I go in first.

"I really hate you and your dumb face right now." I growled as I stepped inside.