veins

I had always complained to my mom about monsters under the bed. She’d always tell me they weren’t there. Now that I’m older this makes me more suspicious of her, because they’re still here. Every night that I forget to close the closet, I see one of four faces. One seems to be terrified and trying to ask me for help. The other ones I see are evil. They smile, those creepy smiles, those toothy grins.. I don’t like to think about them. I remember a certain one.. it seems so real. It looks fluffy. Sometimes, when there’s enough light, I see a small heart-shaped nose like a cat’s. And the ones under my bed, they just laugh and scream all night.. I never see faces when I look down there. It’s just blood.

It reminds me when my dad went missing after we adopted a cat. Every time we get a cat we find it dead in the road the next day. It’s a chilling sight to see. But when we got our first, dad disappeared in the middle of the night. All the doors were locked from the inside, but a window- facing the road each cat would die on- was broken.

I’ve been waking up to bloody handprints on my body, sometimes wounds that couldn’t be made my weapons or humans. Trails of blood come from under the bed. Cops have even been called on our house and our home has been investigated by them because neighbord claim to hear screaming and stabbing.

It gives me shivers, this happens when I think about cats. Please, don’t think about cats, new homeowners.