Cat And Mouse In Haunted House Novels & Stories

“After you left, strange things kept happening to our house. At midnight, the entire house felt eerily windy. The weather forecast said there was no wind that day and when I asked the servants, who lived in a different building, it was not windy for them. “It’s totally fine if it’s just normal wind but it felt eerie and it reeked. I got someone to clean the house but it didn't help at all. This has never happened before.” Kent woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and was frightened by the spooky wind. The other frightening thing was that noises came from Myra’s door and it seemed to be caused by the wind. Kent and Jane were worried about Myra, so they stayed up all night. “

"I don't know what is going on with you guys but I know I want nothing to do with it. Please let me go." Amelia's face falls but she nods. "Please be careful." She says and it's my turn to nod. The rest of the Rosemont mansion has similar decor with the room I was in, it's all vintage but still very housewarming and nice. "Heaven." I hear Cassandra following me. "What?" I ask impatiently because I really need to get out of here.

Fresh stain of blood is tainted on the floor leading to the dark corner of the room. “Hello!” I must be alone here. “A few blood splattering on the mat.” I need to check this out. I am looking for the switch where I can turn on the light, too dim. I move forward while my hands crawling on the wall. The noise keeps on disturbing me. “Ahhh!!” the fear confronts me as the dark shadow morphs into a shiny dark cat whose eyes are seafoam, munching its own babies stares at me steadily. The cat jumps over her dead kittens, and carries a meaty meal from her mouth and goes out.

Not anymore. A small, gray mouse crouched in the corner of the room. Its fur was matted, eyes dark and fearful. Reggie grabbed an old shoebox to sweep it into. Family photos tumbled out and wisped onto the carpet. She studied those faces for a beat and then stepped over them. Her giant shadow fell across the mouse.

I closed my eyes and got ready to say goodbye to the world. Suddenly, I heard a weird hissing sound. I tried to open my eyes to see what was happening, but I was too tired to even open my eyes. It sounded like the hiss of a pissed off cat and I suddenly remembered that I brought Morris with me! I had hoped that he would have run to safety by now, but maybe he was still here? What if the demons ate my cat?

The kitchen was dark and as eerie as the road to hell, but Baron picked up a torch and lit it. I could not help but notice his silhouette on the wall. Tall, huge, and scary. Just like a monster. The cats paused their fight over their catch; a sorry-looking rat who had now been torn into several pieces. They looked solemnly at us, probably wondering what we were doing in their hunting area at this ungodly hour. One of the cats seized the opportunity, grabbed the biggest of the chunks, and leaped out of sight. The others followed suit, and just like the rat meat, the cats immediately disappeared out of sight.

She argued solid and stretched open the wide gates of the haunted house. Bats flew in the sky making dangerous sounds. The complete premises was covered with dried leaves and cobwebs. The mansion looked old, colorless and out of life like a death invite. Amara gulped heavy. She is terrorized, is an understatement yet she was determined to save her boyfriend. As she was about to take her step forward again the same devilish figure appeared before her flying around her in air. This time he was angrier. "Didn't I warn you, do not go there. There is nobody residing inside." He told his same words used hitherto but this time with force.

She took a vase from the nearby stand and threw it at the cat who slid aside immediately. “Matt’s dead yet alive. He’s the host body of the foulest, the Ghost of Michigan, who’s the master of charade… a danger, you shouldn’t ever awaken even as a joke.” The cat shifted awkwardly. “It’s no longer a show if they use real black magic to awaken the real behemoth for their leisure time. They all thought the spell I gave them when I was a witch didn’t work and shot their scenes unaware, it worked so well that they got trapped into an illusionary world the monster created until this Halloween.”

No matter where the mouse ran, it would eventually be caught by the cat. Nyla's hands, which had been hanging by her sides, clenched involuntarily. Disgust filled her heart.

The black one stayed unflinching while one of the others—a scrappy gray tabby—hissed again and took a step forward. ‘I don’t have time for this,’ I grumbled, frustrated, though I knew the words were lost on them. ‘How did Irving manage to make this trip from Bloodmoon to Sarael’s house undetected?’ I darted forward, a blur of motion meant to startle them, and it worked. The tabby jumped back, and the black one leaped from the fence, disappearing into the dark. The third cat, a calico, let out a startled yowl and bolted into the safety of a nearby hedge.