Chilling, In My World

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Just me, and my dead cat, sitting in a bench.

Submitted: August 13, 2009

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Submitted: August 13, 2009

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I sat, singing a tune.

Smiling, I pet my dead cat,

And look up at the beautiful moon,

getting swarmed by bats.

From a distance,

I can hear a bloody murder scream.

A scream fading from existence,

It seems.

Behind me, a tall man stood.

Watching, me red a eye,

that hid beneath his hood.

I think he's shy.

A tree ahead of me,

branches twisted, and twirled.

Felling sad, and lonely,

it stood on it's ground, where it's trunks curled.

An annoying fly,

with razor sharp teeth,

and a green googly eye,

landed on my dead cat's feet.

Sighing, I scared it away.

The hooded man reached out, and petted my head.

Strange he decided to pet me today.

Do you think he wants me dead?

I shrugged it off,

Thinking of nothing.

And he let out a horrible cough.

Something not very predicting.

He cough again, and again.

I laughed and, giggled,

thinking he'll cough out his brain,

if he could just wiggle.

And coughed one more time.

And fell like lead.

Did I just commit a crime?

Smiling, I reached out, and found he was dead.

I bit my lip.

I shrugged it off as if it didn't matter.

Smiling, I decided to head home and skipped,

My cat falling of my lap with a disgusting splatter.


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