Romans & histoires Cat Named Ghost

The winds also brought death, killing off some of the leaves on the branches and they fell off to join their companions on the forest floor. Looking for a way out of this repelling environment, I saw Philomena cat-walking on the bush path not far away, her buttocks shaking beneath a short jigida that covered from her waist down to her knees. It was the colour of an overripe orange. A piece of the same wrapper was tied around her full breasts. A clay water pot was balanced on her head. “Philo!” I yelled in excitement. What is she doing here? Where is she going to? I wondered.

Something Gato, his amazing grey African wild pet cat clearly have no respect for, as she casually jumps on the bed and curls herself up all over the picture of the giant lion face and closes her eyes to sleep. Sergio brushes his teeth and joins her on the bed.

Ask her if she's okay at least. Just as the thought ran through her mind, she caught a glimpse of the black mole at the corner of his eye. “ What's your name?” Tamara asked, finally breaking the eerie silence, “ Ghost,” he replied, cold and sharp, “ Eh? Ghost? Like a ghost that's supposed to be an invisible spirit?” She asked with a chuckle but he didn't even crack. His expression remained the same, still and cold, and it made Tamara feel uneasy. ‘ No way, he can't possibly be a ghost, right? I mean do ghost drive cars?’ She eyed him as she subconsciously curled into herself, away from him, but what happened next surprised her.

"It gives me chills thinking that you live in the middle of the destroyed graveyard, I mean there are no graves now but still don't you ever feel that there are some unsatisfied souls which are looking at you?" Catherine asked making a dramatic face. "I feel ghosts are better than humans... I have seen the dark side of humans which will put ghosts to shame... So, Yeah! I would prefer to live with ghosts rather than dealing with crazy humans..." I shook my head. "Maybe your grandfather thought the same..." She chuckled and I looked at her. "Yeah, maybe!" I chuckled. Catherine stopped the car in front of my house and helped me to get out of the car. "Can I come inside?"

he asked in that baby voice people often used with their pets. Phantom responded by hissing and taking a swipe at Brad. The claws dug four trenches into the back of his right hand, causing Brad to curse and drop/toss the cat to the floor. Phantom hissed again, ran around in a few circles, careened into the wall, wobbled slightly as if drunk, then shot off down the hall and through the door to the basement.

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.

“Did she scare you?” “No,” she breathed. “This isn't the first time. I've gotten used to it.” I froze, my fingers pinching too hard on a shred of broken glass; the last piece in her back. It cracked. I hissed because of the mishap. It was trickier to pull out than the others. My eyes rolled back to Catalina. “Catalina, did you just say that this isn't the first time you've seen a ghoul?” “What's a ghoul?”