Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31790225-20171103222637

I tried so hard on this story, so... might as well get this over with... Here we go... Hope you like it...

Story:

I just want to start off by saying that it's been weeks since that event just accured. I don't know how it began so fast... I just want someone to believe me...

I just graduated in 2006, and was going to college to be a policeman. My father and my mom were doctors and was very happy for me. Our pet dog died from a car accident so we decided to buy a Sphynx cat just to cope with the loss of our precious dog. He was a great dog- Sparks was his name. I named our new pet, "Wrinkles", since the cat was so wrinkly, like an old man. I put Wrinkles on my bed to sleep, and in the morning he would wake me up and meow in my face. I loved him like as if he was my kid.

But, on a Saturday night, I went home drunk and opened the door to see that Wrinkles had red marker all over his right paw. Thinking that my sister had got a hold of him, I asked her about the marker stains. But she had no idea that Wrinkles had red marker stains got there. Now I knew something was off. I went into the bathroom and saw a site that blew me away... The mirror in the bathroom had a red writing that read as follows:

"I'M IN YOUR HOME..."

I thought someone had broken into my home, but as I checked I saw no broken entries, no nothing. Just me, my sister, and Wrinkles. The next morning was absolutely bizarre, I woke to see Wrinkles panting loudly in my face instead of meowing. I took a picture of it on my phone, and I still have the pic, I'll post it when I have the chance.

Later that night, I can't even sleep, but, I heard my cat climb onto my bed... and I swear to god he just whispered in my ear...

"Satan... is... watching..."

I freakin' jumped out of bed and ran out of my house as fast as I could. I went into my car and drove up to my parents house in a fit of fear. I tried to tell them but they thought I had a nightmare... that was it... I must of had a nightmare... But, it was so real, it couldn't of been a nightmare...

I drove back to my home and saw what looked like my house was on fire. I ran inside and saw Wrinkles floating- freakin' floating in mid air with a blank, wide-eyed expression of nothingness. I kid you not, my sister was screaming my name in horror, everything was flying in a circular motion as if a tornado was inside my own home. I look through the mirror I caught in my hands, and looked... Jesus Christ... a demon was holding my cat in it's black, scaly, inhuman hands, over it's horned head...

Years past, I figured out that my house was possessed by a demon known as "Zozo", and I had to move out. Last time I heard that name was when I was playing some Ouiji board when I was drunk. Zozo must of followed me home. Stalking me. But, how did the demon got in contact with Wrinkles? I don't want to know...

But... as I woke up the next day in my new home... Wrinkles was panting in my face. 