The cat pounced at me with its razor sharp claws. I madly swung my bat like a crazy man with no head, only to find that I knocked myself over instead of the cat. The cat took advantage of this and ran out the broken window that I was meant to fix yesterday. I quickly rushed to the door and slammed it open, to find a chilling breeze that felt I had walked into Antarctica. I had no time to worry about the cold though. I had to find a cat!
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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.
