Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24651624-20150502011143

It was a quiet, peaceful night in late April, crickets chirped outside the window and new leaves brushed against each other in the gentle breeze. I, alone, sat on the sofa in the living-room playing Pyramids on the Neopets website, and listening to creepypastas through my earphones, as was normal for me at this time of day. It was after 9 pm and it was dark outside so I couldn't go out and do anything, like go for a walk or ride my bike. Though I'm not afraid of the dark, going outside alone anight makes me feel uneasy, as if creepy things are watching me from the shadows.

While I sat at my computer, relaxing, my cat Kitt ran around the house. She was making little chirping sounds and basically being a cute Oreo-colored ball of fuzzy cuteness. I didn't pay much attention to her antics because she behaved like this often and it's basically normal.

You know how cats are. They go on their crazy cat sprees and just flip out and run around the house like they drank a million gallons of coffee in one sitting. If you own or have owned a cat in your life you will know exactly what I'm talking about.

Every once in awhile, though, I would look up to watch her goof off, tossing her stuffed mouse toy around or chase her tail and smile, thinking about what I cute little fuzzball she was before going back to playing the computer game.

It wasn't until I noticed her standing stock still in the middle of the living room, her eyes focused on the dining area, pupils dilated and ears back that I did more than just give her the occasional glance. I unglued my eyes from the monitor and gave her my full attention.

"What's the matter, Kitt?" I asked her, more than a little curious, not that this too wasn't odd behavior for her.

When she was a kitten she would always sit on the top of the easy chair in the living-room and stare at the ceiling or other places. I would always kid with my mother about it, joking that my kitten was seeing "angels". So, now her behavior didn't bother me too much, though as I said it made me curious.

I figured she was looking at another one of her "angels".

So maybe I should explain what I mean a little bit here, Just so people aren't scratching their heads and wondering what the bloody heck I'm talking about. As I said when she was a kitten she'd do this often. Just stare into space like she was seeing something nobody else could. I guess this is normal cat behavior like that whole insane cat running spree Imentioned before and not just unique for my personal furrball. Of course she wasn't really seeing angels, she was most likely looking at the sparkles on the ceiling but it didn't hurt to pretend otherwise.

Kitt didn't react to my voice when I asked her my previous question so I went back to my activities on the computer. It wasn't until I heard a faint growl about ten minutes later that I looked up again. Kitt was now in a more hostile position, her eyes still on whatever invisible thing she was seeing. The hairs on her back stood on end and I realized that the growling was coming from her.

"Kitt?" I called, feeling somewhat nervous. What in the world was her problem? Had she gotten into the catnip again? "What are you-"

Suddenly, the cat shot forward like a black and white streak. I saw her dash out of the living room, heard her run through the kitchen, up the stairs and into the bedrooms.

Above my head I heard a thumping sound and howls of pain not too long after. Fully freaked out now, and also worried about my cat's well-being, I got up from the sofa, though part of me was annoyed my unheathy internet addiction was being interrupted and headed for the stairs. My cat's well-being was much more important than listening to Sonic.exe on Youtube for the umpteenth time.

My worry had some foundation to it. We had two dogs, small ankle biters, and sometimes the dogs liked to chase my cat around. While it never ended badly, and of course they were playing, I didn't want it to get out of hand. Plus, this noise did not sound like play brawling. Had she ticked the dogs off enough to make them attack her aggressively? I did not want to imagine the outcome of that and I fully intended to break up a conflict before it ended badly for my cat.

"Hey!" I shouted up the stairs. "Knock it off!" but the sounds continued. Annoyed now, I made my way up the stairs, still yelling at the animals to stop their fighting. "You stupid animals, if you break something I'm going to be real angry."

I had nearly reached the top of the stairs when I remembered that the dogs weren't home. They had been taken for a ride in the car with my parents who'd gone to Wal-Mart to go shopping. So then what in the world was my cat fighting with? It couldn't be the other cat because he'd died of cancer two months ago, unless it was the ghost of Whiskers which I doubted.

Ghosts didn't exist after all, especially pet ghosts.

I stopped on the next to last step and frowned, beginning question my cat's overall sanity. What if she'd gotten some kind of angry cat disease? It couldn't be rabies, she never went outside and she'd gotten her shots for it too in January.

Suddenly, everything went quiet.

Worried now, I called out for my cat and started to climb another step. When she wasn't making noise it meant she was getting into more trouble than it was when she was! I sure hoped not, praying she was only being quiet because she'd gotten bored with attacking nothing.

All at once, I was hit by an unseen force and knocked off the stairs and down to the first floor. I slammed into the wall behind me and slumped to the floor. Groaning, I lifted my head, back hurting horribly. What in the world had happened? Had I lost my balance and fallen? I was lucky I hadn't broken my neck or worse.

I started to get back up until I heard a loud thumping sound. I froze, and slowly lifted my head  to look around but saw nothing but an empty staircase.

Even though I could see nothing, I thought I could hear the sound of shallow breathing hissing through clenched teeth. The air before me even felt odd and the air around me suddenly grew cold. My nose twitched as I became aware of a faint smell, like the worst case of bad breath ever.

I looked around myself, trying to figure out where that smell was coming from ,but all I could see was the staircase and the first floor kitchen at it's base. Where was the smell coming from and what was making that breathing? It sounded like it was right in front of me.

I reached up to rub my arms against the sudden cold as my eyes darted about the room as realization came over me. Whatever it was did not sound friendly.

I freaked scramblling to my feet nearly tripping over myself in the process. I sensed something and ducked my head out of instinct. I felt the sensation of moving air above me and a loud CRACK! It sounded as if something large, and heavy hit the wall behind me. I looked over my shoulder but saw nothing.

Well, not anything that would make a huge dent in the wall that is. I'm not kidding about the dent in the wall, there was one where there hadn't been one before.

My eyes widened in horror. Something big and strong was in the house, even though I couldn't see it. I suddenly realized something. I hadn't seen this thing and I still couldn't; but my cat had...

I swore and took off toward the living-room. I could hear it coming after me, footsteps echoing behind me. Footsteps I hadn't heard before, another thing my cat had been aware of much earlier.

Maybe, I hadn't heard it before because I wasn't aware it was there. Like in some stories I read where a monster couldn't harm you or whatever unless you were aware it existed. Like you looked for it or it made an effort to be noticed.

Like kicking you down the stairs.

I looked over my shoulder, noticing the air shimmering behind me, as if being hit by a wave of heat. I could barely make out a vague reptilian shape as it slid past the large DVD shelf resting against the back wall.

I made the mistake of stopping to scrutinize the weird effect. What in the world?

I saw the shimmering move just then and the walls behind me waver. I ducked, realizing the invisible thing was making another attempt to hit me. I landed on the carpet and rolled sideways.

I heard the floor crack  like a huge foot stomping down onto the carpetted floor and scrambled to my feet, making a mad dash for the front door.

The weird heatwave was suddenly in front of me and I felt something large hit me in the chest once more. It felt like a large hand. I slammed onto the floor on my back. The shimmer moved toward me and I gasped turning sideways and getting back up, dashing back into the kitchen, my left arm wrapped around my chest.

Surprisingly I wasn't bleeding or anything but it still hurt.

The thing, whatever it was, gave chase, letting out a huge roar that rocked the house. I continued running. My eyes fell on the dish drainer. A steak knife rested inside it.

I grabbed the knife and spun around, wildly tossing the knife in the direction I had seen the shimmer. I did not expect it to hit anything and was surprised when I heard a scream of agony. Deciding to not question my luck I used that chance to make a break for the back door. Behind me, the Chamelon as I was now dubbing it, shrieked again and I heard it give chase.

I reached the door just in time. I jerked open the door and dashed outside, crossing the back yard quickly, it felt like the yard went on forever however, and hiding inside the garage.

I hid behind a large stack of boxes, panting heavily as I tried to figure out what to do. I had to get rid of it somehow but how? It was invisbile and could see me better than I could see it. I knew it wouldn't give up on chasing me until it killed me. But maybe it hadn't seen where I went.

I heard the garage door open moments later and  my heart sannk. It had must have spotted me fleeing inside. I heard the Chameleon moving about the garage as if searched for me.

I quickly forced myself to control my breathing and listen carefully as it made it's way around the darkened building. I could barely make out a distortion on the walls when I attempted to peek and see where it was and quickly ducked out of view before it could catch sight of me watching it.

I curled up in my hiding place, praying that it would not find me and give up but something told me that was not going to happen. I flinched when it knocked over a stack of boxes dangerously close to where I was hiding. I had to put my hands over my mouth to prevent myself from screaming.

As I hid there, hoping against hope it wouldn't find me, my mind began racing a mile a minute. Nothing made a lick of sense here. What was that thing? Where had it come from and how come none of us had realized it was there beforehand? It was huge after all.

I didn't know and I could only make guesses. Every one of them seemed to be really silly but logical at the same time.

Maybe it had always been there but was just very well kidden. Maybe my cat had something to do with it. Maybe every time she saw those "angels" she'd spotted it and somehow her seeing it made it leave for some weird reason. Maybe all those times she was acting like a maniac and attacking nothing had been her chasing it.

But if that was true why had it suddenly decided to become agressive and force her into a fight? Maybe it was smaller in the past and biding its time until it was large enough to consume its prey. If so what had sustained it before? Garbage? Insects? Emotions? Negative emotions? My family was prone to loud arguments.

What if this was something else and whatever Kitt had been seeing before hadn't been this Chameleon monster at all? This thing could be a new being that decided recently to invade the house for whatever reason.

Her strange behavior obviously had been her trying to protect me and she'd most likely lost her life for it, I realized. I gritted my teeth, feeling a mixture of anger and sadness form inside me as this thought game me no comfort.

As my mind lingered on this possibility I grew more and more angry and disgusted. I no longer cared if I couldn't see it. My cat didn't deserve to be killed! Nobody deserved that! It was going to pay!

I don't know where this sudden thought came to me, but it gave me a reckless bravery that I now feel stupid about. My hand wrapped around the handle of one of my father's gardening tools, a shovel. I could use this on the monster!

I stood to my feet, my eyes darting around the darkened garage. "Come out, you piece of shit!" I shouted into the darkness brandishing that shovel in both hands. "I'm not going to run from you anymore!"

I heard a loud roar at that instant and just as I was realizing what I'd just done was the dumbest action ever, I was hit in the chest once more and sent flying into the back wall. I hit the floor, dropping the shovel and moaned, my whole body hurting. Heavy footsteps came toward me and I looked up, seeing the shimmering of the chamelon as it moved in my direction.

I backed up into the wall, eyes wide, my foolish courage drainingfrom me like water in a unplugged sink.I was going to die. I just knew it!

I made the wavering stop in front of me and its breath through clenched teeth that I knew had to be razor sharp. I screamed and covered my head with my arms, sensing it raising its arm.

Just as it was about to deal the final blow a small, furry thing dashed forward and put itself between me and the monster I stared with wide eyes as I made out the tiny frame of my cat!

She was alive!

My cat stared up at the Chameloen still looming over me which had stopped in slash and glowerr at the tiny feline. It roared but my cat didn't move, her fur standing on end up and down ehr spine and growling. It seemed as if the thing wouldn't come toward me if she was in the way. Before I could even begin to wonder why, a car passed by outside the garage. For a brief moment the headlights lit up the garage and hit my cat right in the eyes, making her large pupils shine a bright green.

I don't know what happened after that. One minute the thing was looming over us both, ready to make mince meat out of our bodies then there was the bright light and a scream. The next moment, I was laying on the garage floor with my cat rubbing her head against my face, purring loudly. I lifted my head and looked around for the monster. It was gone! I blinked in confusion.

What had happened? I couldn't even begin to figure it out.

My cat rubbed her head against my chest and I looked down at her. Relief filled me and I forgot about the creature, picking her up and cuddling her to myself, happy that she was alive.

We were like that when my parents came home about fifteen minutes later. I tried explaining what had happened when they asked me what I was doing there, but they didn't believe me. The damage to the house was gone, as if it had never happened which didn't help my story either. It didn't take long for my brain to progess that my story sounded too wild to be believable. If it had been someone else I would have felt the same way my parents did.

My cat didn't help. Once we'd all gotten into the house, she'd jumped out of my arms curled up on the sofa  in the living-room and stared at me, her orange irises looking at me as if she knew some kind of secret. An Internet search came up empty.

There were no records of anything like the event I had experienced when I looked it up the next day. However, I did read something interesting about cats. The Egyptians believed cats held rays of sunlight in their eyes for safe keeping also the cat goddess Bastet was said to protect against evil spirits.. The Egyptians also believed our feline friends are the destroyers of demons and other creatures from the underworld.

I mean whatever had gone after us was definately evil and it only seemed to disappear after my cat's eyes reflected light from the headlights of a car. I guess in doing so she used some of that Horus sunlight to destroy the evil being from the underworld. That's pretty awesome in my opinion. Maybe she had demon defying sun god given lazers in her eyeballs.

Maybe this explained some things. However, even if it didn't, it was still very interesting.

Maybe. . ..

I'm staring at my cat now. She's sitting at the window looking outside, her ears perked up and her eyes on full alert. She looks like a little guard on full alert, searchign for any thing horrible that dared mess with her or her human companions.

I smile, knowing, according to folklore and myself included, how true that was.

'I did a great bit of editing and adding and removing a few thing to make this better. I hope I accomplished my goal. ' 