I'm terrified of cats. Most people I know adore them, keeping them as pets, gifting them with small toys just to watch them be faced with the wrath of their razor sharp claws- How could such a small, fuzzy, harmless-looking animal be full of so much evil, you may ask. To be honest, you probably think I'm some weird, psycho guy who lives in an abandoned basement, but please just hear me out. I used to love the little creatures myself, until the incident occurred...
(This is a journal-entry based horror, including lots of bloody/gorey details, depictions of depression/insanity, and lots of twisted shiet. This story is not sutible for young children or the easily disturbed.)