As I hesitantly started to take one step forward towards the cat i started to wonder when or if the cat was going to pounce at me. I was sweating madly like a lake that had just found a new place to flow. As I got closer I got to one point and stopped. I felt like I was close enough to the cat to swing my bat at it. At the exact moment I started to move or swing my bat the cat move into action.
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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.
