Eyes of the cats

Lambert was a simple police officer and when he found mister Houston dead and in horrible state inside his house in the center of the city he had no idea what had befallen this poor man, but then he found this gentleman’s journal and the story he read was beyond chilling. The earlier entries were more or less normal, but it was the later parts of the journal that horrified Lambert.

“Tonight coming from work I took the usual route. I have gotten used to the stench of the sewer that you had the please of enduring to enjoy this shortcut. The drizzling of the rain had stopped and I had a strange feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around and saw a black cat sitting on the side of the road. I thought that was it, but then I knew that my intuition was right as I saw a lengthy strange man standing in the shadow with an umbrella. He seemed to be gesturing to the cat and the animal almost looked like it was nodding. I thought something was off with this man’s neck as well, but as I felt sudden kick of panic coming forth I began to walk and actually sped up my steps.

Once home in tremendous haste I turned on the several lamps, except for one next to my window on the second floor, before closing the curtains I looked out. There was no one on the street, but then as my eyes drifted upwards I sat back in surprise and fear as the black cat was sitting on the branch of the old tree which was as tall as my window.

Tonight things got even more nerve-racking. Despite having horrible nightmares last night, I had a good day at work. This time I took the longer route back, through the main streets. Again the feeling came if being watched, I patiently examined all of my surroundings. I saw a few other people go about their business, or enter their home, but I did not see the strange man. Then as I came closer to my house I looked up and saw there were now three black cats sitting on the tree and staring at me. This was beyond normal and I rushed inside breathing heavily. I tried my best to calm down and I did not look out of my window this night, I’m sure it’ll be hard to fall asleep now.

As I thought last night, I almost got no sleep. In the morning there were no sign of the cats, but I found a large umbrella laying in front of my door, it reeked of sone sort of sea stench, I kicked it away to the side and went to work. It was a decent day, but I made some mistakes and few colleagues told me that I looked unwell. So on the way home I did not stop for anything, I looked down and went straight for my door and inside, but of course, despite my horror I could not resist it and I pulled back the curtain. There were at least seven cats sitting there and staring at me, their eyes looked red and the umbrella now lay on one of the branches as well. Fear paralyzed me as I shook sitting by my window. It took me a long time before I could even stop my hands from shaking to write this down.

Tonight....I’m afraid is my last entry! The cats...so many of them....as I tried to enter my house they jumped on my, clawed, bit, screamed like possessed. Some got inside the house. I am...now in my room, but the pain I am feeling, the bleeding! And I hear a sound! Someone opened my front door and...they are all inside! It must be that strange man....God, I hope he doesn’t unlock my door for them as well.”

At this the journal ended. Lambert look upon mangled body of the tormented man.

“The stranger did open the door after all.” thought Lambert.