I slowly but silently stepped out of my room to find dripping wet muddy foot prints all over the stone walls and white carpet. As I reached the dark shadowy living room I slowly started looking around the living room. Even though it was dark and shadowy I felt like all my senses were even better the usual. Like I could sense everything around me. I hesitantly stepped over to the table only to find a pile of brown smelly poo all over the silky white table cloth. I started to look around to find what had produced the poo to find a jet black cat sitting in the way to the kitchen. It's sparkling yellow eyes made me freeze. It was just sitting there staring at me not moving just sitting and staring.
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The black cat
Short StoryA short story about fear. A boy who is scared of black cats then his worst night mare comes true and he experiences the fright of his life.
