Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-27018401-20150419131127

It was just a normal day.

I was in the Biology class and I was bored as fuck.

Of course, our teacher was very busy explaining all kinds of stuff and trying to revive our dying attention.

Mr. Anderson was a very kind man.

Since the 8th grade, he was the only teacher in that piece of shit school that I could’ve had a civilized conversation with and unlike many other teachers there, I felt like guy loved what he was doing and actually enjoyed teaching us all kinds of shit.

During December, our school usually organizes a Winter- themed exhibition in the Biology Laboratory for all the little kids out there, which contains objects made by 5th graders like drawings and stuff like that.

We received so much stuff that year that half of the laboratory was occupied by it.

I used to like that stuff when I was younger, but as I grew up I wasn’t paying too much attention to Christmas anymore.

But right there in that pile of worthless stuff there was one object that sparked my imagination:

A small, white plush that kinda resembled a cat, having it's eyes as black as the void and a pink scarf, just standing there and doing nothing.

It looked kinda cute, but what was the deal with those eyes?

Couldn’t the kid who made it add some actually non- creepy looking eyes?

Just as I was about to collapse on the desk out of boringness, the bell rang and I was free like a bird.

- Remember kids, you have an important test on Friday.

- Sure, Mr. Anderson.

As I was approaching the door, I saw a similar looking plush cat standing on a shelf.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The kid who made it sure had a lot of free time, but who would care about some stupid looking cat plushies scattered around a classroom, right?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">As I walked out of the school I took my headphones outta my pocket and put them around my ears, and listened to some damn fine metal all the way back home.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I arrived at my house some 30 minutes later, gave some food to my cat Zacky ( yes, I actually had a cat) and stayed in my bed all day.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I was a generally lazy guy and only on special occasions I would do anything besides eating, sleeping, going to school, listening to music and of course, that activity that everyone who ever went to school hates, learning.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">That day I did nothing important. <p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">But at approximately 18 PM something strange happened.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I went to the kitchen to grab some food outta my fridge when I saw this:

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The same white plush cat that I saw at school hours before, standing there and staring at me.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Now wait a minute, what was that thing doing there?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">And more importantly, how did that thing get inside my house?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I grabbed it and threw it out the window.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I thought that maybe my cousin Ian who visited me some days prior was behind this weird and not funny joke, but the next day after the Biology Course I decided to approach Mr. Anderson and ask him about it.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">So of course, I came near him and I asked him about the damn thing, only to get this response:

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">“What cat, Andy?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I just checked the exhibition and there aren’t any cats like the one you described me.”

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I was kind of surprised and asked him a second time, only to get the same answer but this time with anger.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I had to check for myself, and indeed, the cat was gone.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Okay, now this was getting weird.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">When I got back home, I phoned Ian out of curiosity and he said that I must have been high at the moment.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I yelled at him that I hadn’t tried out that piece of shit weed that he gave me days before ( and never will) and I closed the phone.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">In the evening I locked all the doors and closed all the windows in my house thinking that there’s no way that “thing” would get in my kitchen again.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Boy was I wrong.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">During the night, I usually let Zacky stay in the kitchen ( which is downstairs) and I sleep in my room situated upstairs next to the bathroom.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">In the last few weeks I had some very annoying insomnia problems but for the first time in a month, I actually went to sleep right away.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">At around 3 AM, I woke up because of some annoying “meows”.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I thought that the noises were coming from the kitchen but they were sounding waaaaay to loud for that.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I opened my eyes and looked around the room, only to see something disturbing:

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The same plush cat that haunted me recently was sitting there, staring at me.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">“Meow.”

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I jumped outta my bed heading for the desk.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">As soon as I touched it I felt something that I still can’t describe, a dark energy surging through my body, and a sentence echoing in my head.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">“Play with me, please.”

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I picked the plush cat again and took a wooden box that I used to smuggle stuff with at school from a shelf, threw the cat into the box, and then took a key and locked the damn thing there.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I went outside the house and threw the box in a garbage can.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The rest of the night was fine, but I had to ask myself:

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">What the fuck just happened?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Was that thing haunted?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Was it made by a child at all?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Would it come back?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The next three days were normal.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">On Thursday I came back home and started to learn for Mr. Anderson’s test, and I spent all day doing that.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">At 22 PM I put the books on my desk and went to sleep.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The most strange event from that week’s circle of paranormal events was about to happen.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">At 4 AM, I heard a loud bang coming from downstairs.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">That was it, if I saw that plush cat again, I would’ve smacked  it around with a baseball bat that I received as a gift for my birthday.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I picked it up and descended the staircase.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I headed for the kitchen.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I immediately turned on the light and I saw the most disturbed sight of my life.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">My cat, Zacky, was standing in a pool of blood on the floor, with his guts cut wide open and head smashed to pieces.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">On the wall there was a sentence, written in his blood:

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">“Why don’t you love me?”

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I ran outside the house screaming.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Officer Riley, who was a good friend of my parents, who were both out of town that week, was patrolling around the neighborhood.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">He saw me running and yelled:

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">- What happened, Andy?

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">- Come inside the house and I’ll show you.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">He agreed, and the sight deeply disturbed him.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I explained to him the whole plush cat story but he refused to believe me and invited me to the police station to answer some questions.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">First, he phoned Mr. Anderson and told him about what happened.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The teacher was deeply shaken and agreed to give me the test a week later.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I agreed, however, as I walked out of the house, I wanted to check out something.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I headed for the garbage can with a key in my hand and looked inside.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The wooden box that I threw there was still intact.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I took it out of the garbage can and opened it.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">The plush cat…….was gone.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">That sent chills down my spine.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">I went to the police station and responded to all the questions that Officer Riley gave me, and then he gave me a ride back home.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">In fear, I called Ian and told him the whole story.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">Even if he didn’t believe a word I said, he accepted to let me sleep at his place that night.

<p style="color:rgb(212,212,213);">After that event I moved to a new house, but I still fear that someday, that cursed plush cat will hunt me down and finish what it started.... <ac_metadata title="The Plush Cat"> </ac_metadata>