Romans & histoires Horror Scary Cat

His scream ripping through the room. I woke up shaking, gasping, the cat already sitting on my chest like it knew. Like it had been waiting. I told it everything, every detail, every sound, every horrible second, because I always tell the cat. It’s the only thing that never looks scared when I talk about the dreams.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

Alcohol is a funny thing. As I walk through the courtyard I hear the sound of rustling that makes me freeze in my tracks. My adrenaline spikes, my heart pounds and I immediately slip my keys between my fingers. I cautiously look around, my fear choking me. Suddenly I see something jump out of a nearby shrub and I let out a shriek of fright, clutching my chest only to see one of my neighbour's cats staring at me like I’m crazy. I slowly catch my breath and let out a relieved chuckle. “You scared the hell out of me Thackery.”

After confirming the ghost wasn't there, Kate continued, "She keeps coming at me. She smiles at me, but she looks scary. She looks scary, she looks bloody, and she must hate me. Yes! She hates me so she wants to kill me! She wants to kill me! She wants to kill me! She comes to kill me!” Suddenly, Kate looked hysterical as she used both hands to grip her blonde hair by the back of her head. She looked completely frightened as she once again glanced around her, and she once again screamed as if she saw something again. Stefan looked even more confused, but when he followed Kate's gaze, he found nothing.

Just like they were on que, they all burst out laughing, pointing at her as they expressed their disbelief. The three devils couldn’t stop laughing while Catherine, a brown small wolf retreated to herself more. She was smaller than even omegas. A few pups who had been able to shift from childhood were bigger than her. Her size was nothing to talk about and it brought questioning, shame and embarrassment to her so she hated to shift in front of people most times. She just wanted to dig up a hole in the group and force herself into it. “Is this your wolf?” Martha asked in between laughs.

The smell hits me, and I grimace. "Audrey," I say in a warning tone, "that better not be—" "TEQUILA!" She yells and I groan. Tequila is the sure-fire way to get me both hammered and horny, and she damn well knows this. "Come on, Kat," she says in her sweetest voice, pouting at me then grinning at Dan. She passes Mark a glass. "Why are there five?" I ask her.

It says vampires tend to commit crimes in dark places and out of sight. Thinking that Uri's heart couldn't hold back and beat faster than usual. But for now, curiosity overwhelmed his fear. Uri took a deep breath, intending to walk to that alley to observe, but suddenly from that, a black cat came out, looking at him quietly groaning. "Meowwww...." It turned out to be a cat! Uri breathed a sigh of relief, he was thinking too much. There are no vampires here! Uri busts to laugh because of his thoughts. He sat down and stroked the little cat: "Kitty, go home, don't run around like that."

Yet that scar above his eyebrow added another 20 years. Her attention returned to the path. From the dark trees, a horrifying rustle stole her attention. She froze in place, wide eyes scanning for the sound. What was that? Her heartbeat wildly. She waited for the villain. He’d jump out of the bushes. A high-pitched yowl made her jump. A feral grey cat ran across the street, disappearing into the murky shadows. Clarissa could not hold back the nervous giggle. It startled her into stepping forward again. She smiled loosely when she heard the sound again.

" Her words made me freeze. Was I going to be eaten by the mastiffs even before the zombies arrived? Their teeth looked terrifyingly sharp. The mastiffs, apparently understanding their owners, lunged at me, barking furiously. Vicky clapped and laughed. "Yes, my babies! That's right! Tear that wretch apart!" The mastiffs opened their jaws wide. A wave of fear and the stench of blood hit me. My legs felt nailed to the ground. I had nowhere to retreat. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst. Then, just in that moment, my cats woke up.

she growls a little. "Get down," I sigh. "No, I'm escaping, and they are not going to stop me," she seems determined. She's fucking wasting my time. I run a hand through my hair, thinking of calling someone when the cat makes its move. It hisses and lunges at the girl hanging onto the branch. She screams and lets go, falling right into my outstretched arms. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, face buried in my neck. She's breathing heavily, and I let her be for a moment. It seems she truly has a deep fear of cats.