~*articulate what forever smoulders*~
You decide that you don't really care and help your father with preparing the meal.
As you begin to eat, you notice the food tastes a bit odd, but put the image of a skinned cat out of your mind your mind and munch away.
Later that night, you are awoken by a soft mewing from your window. You dismiss it as some neighorhood cat and try to go back to sleep. Just as you drift back into sleep you are awoken by the piercing scream of your father. You then notice that the cats seem to have gotten louder and greater in number. As you look around your room, you see that it's full of cats.
Suddenly, they go quiet and begin slowly approaching you, as if going in for the kill. You close your eyes, hoping that it's all a dream. Unfortunately for you, this isn't one of those horrible "you wake up" endings. You realize that as the cats bite into your flesh.
The next day, the cats of the town are fattened and listless from a full night's work. Eventually, someone begins to wonder why you and your family hasn't been seen around town for the past few months and checks in on your house. All they find are skeletons, their bones picked clean of meat.
Maybe if you read more H.P. Lovecraft you would have known this would be a bad choice, but apparently you just couldn't be bothered.
As you begin to eat, you notice the food tastes a bit odd, but put the image of a skinned cat out of your mind your mind and munch away.
Later that night, you are awoken by a soft mewing from your window. You dismiss it as some neighorhood cat and try to go back to sleep. Just as you drift back into sleep you are awoken by the piercing scream of your father. You then notice that the cats seem to have gotten louder and greater in number. As you look around your room, you see that it's full of cats.
Suddenly, they go quiet and begin slowly approaching you, as if going in for the kill. You close your eyes, hoping that it's all a dream. Unfortunately for you, this isn't one of those horrible "you wake up" endings. You realize that as the cats bite into your flesh.
The next day, the cats of the town are fattened and listless from a full night's work. Eventually, someone begins to wonder why you and your family hasn't been seen around town for the past few months and checks in on your house. All they find are skeletons, their bones picked clean of meat.
Maybe if you read more H.P. Lovecraft you would have known this would be a bad choice, but apparently you just couldn't be bothered.
