Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-37638539-20181127034310/@comment-36627132-20181127040205

Your story is about to be deleted, so for anyone who wants to review it who may stumble onto this after it is wiped off this website, here it is. Also note, it was in this wall of text format, too.

Many people don't believe me. But I've seen her. The girl with the cat mask. She isn't a pleasant person to approach. In fact, it's quite useless to not approach her. She'll find you if she wants you. Her appearance goes as follows: black hoodie, blue jeans, converse sneakers, and of course, the cat mask. I found her late one night, on my way home from work. She was sitting on the side of the road, and I wondered what the hell was wrong with her. So I stopped my truck. "Hey, Cat lady, are you lost?" She looked up at me. I waved my hand. "Kid, are you lost?" She stood up and just stared at me. I felt a chill go down my spine. Something wasn't right about this kid. She walked to the passenger side of my truck and got in. I tried my best not to make eye contact and began to drive. "Do you have a cellphone or your parents' number?" She didn't answer. "What's your name?" That is when she finally answered me. "Call me Catty. Pronounced like Cat." I nodded. "Ok, Catty, do you have your parents' number?" She shook her head and spoke. "My parents are dead." I glanced at her, and realized she never took her mask off. "Aren't you uncomfortable wearing that stupid mask?" I felt hands grab at my arms, making me lose grip on the steering wheel. "What the fuck?!" I tried to grab the steering wheel again, but failed to do so. I looked over and tried not to scream. Catty's mask had fallen off in the chaos, and her face was terrifying. Her eyes were pure green, minus the iris (which was darker green) and her pupils. Her mouth looked as if someone gashed her and sewed back the gashed parts. And worst of all, her ears were cut to a sharp point. Her smile, that damn smile, is what made me scream. Her teeth looked like shark teeth. Catty attempted to bite me, but I pushed her back. I got my truck to stop and i ran out, screaming like a madman. She chased after me, and I realized quickly that she had a knife in her possesion. "Oh god, help me!" I tripped and looked up. She was right over me. "Please, please don't do this!" I tried to beg for my life. I felt her knife plunge into me. I cried out in agony and tried to get loose. I felt her pull something out of my stomach. I looked up and saw that she had my liver in her hands. I began to sob. Catty began to walk away, and I figured that she was going to leave me for dead. I woke up in the hospital sometime later, and I told them my story. The doctor told me that there was no way a child could rip out my liver. I begged with them and told them that it was the truth. The doctor told me that maybe the meds didn't wear off from surgery. So here I am now to tell you my story. In pain, yes, but I am glad that I am alive.