The Odd Cat Lady – Page 2 – Don't fear the monsters

The Worst Kind of Monster

I’m the worst kind of monster out there. I’m confessing now that I did not hurt those girls, I did not torture them, and I did not kill them.

But I did bring them to the one that would.

I met Edward Clancy when I was seventeen years old, he was twenty six. When we dated, he was sweet. Sex was always a bit strange, with how he’d insist on gagging me and tying me up, but it was a fun game, at least at first. After dating came marriage, when the game stopped being fun.

He started beating me.

Who Lives Under Briar Elementary and Highschool?

Briar Elementary and High is a small school of just under three hundred students, from first grade all the way to senior year. It’s spaced between two buildings and has been running since the early 1900’s, although it was just a high school academy back then.

And apparently there’s a monster in there now.

It’s just little things that leads people to believe there’s something supernatural lurking in the halls. The things that would go missing, only to turn up later caked in muddy finger prints. The food theft, mostly lunchboxes, but sometimes whole pizzas would just vanish into thin air. Hearing something crawling under the floor. And the hissing you can sometimes hear while in the girl’s bathroom in the highschool. If you go in there alone, sometimes you’ll make out whispers.

Writer’s Block

I’m a vampire.

Now don’t get the wrong idea. I’m not here to kill you.

I’m here to give you immortality.

Here’s where fiction tends to get it wrong, my friend. It’s not ‘vampire bites person, person turns vampire, rinse and repeat’. It’s more along the lines of ‘vampires bites person, person becomes vampire, previous vampire becomes a human’. Explains why you don’t see the overpopulation thing becoming a huge problem.

Witch Hunt

Whoa, I am so glad this bullshit is over with. These has been, by far, some of the worst months of my life. Of my life! This is including the summer when I was fourteen and I got mono. I mean, I was laid up for a month and felt like absolute garbage… but I mean, at least people didn’t die, you know?

Lemme start over and say that this all started because someone threw up a frog at lunch.

It was a pretty nice day out, sun was shining, teachers weren’t going crazy with the homework load yet. We were all in high spirits. I was making a quite impressive statue of mashed potatoes on my tray when Simone began choking.

Witch

TW: Mentions of Attempted Rape

Morgan was going down tonight and although I wouldn’t be witness to it, I’d have the pleasure of knowing what was going to happen.

No one liked Morgan… well that’s a lie. Lots of people liked her. I did not. Neither did my friends. She was a waste of space and nothing special. Except for the fact she wanted to suck off Satan.

She was a witch.

Walter the Ghost

Two months ago we moved into our new place. It’s honestly amazing, huge property, beautiful forests, and an old barn out back that my wife Lydia hoped to remodel into a workshop. She loves wood carving.

We have two sons and a daughter. Elliot is ten, Joey is eight, and Samantha is five. The old house is big enough for the kids to have their own rooms, but Joey gets night terrors still so he bunks up with Elliot. Elliot doesn’t complain, he’s a solid big brother.

Course, no move is without its difficulties. The kids miss all their old friends, they’re still adjusting to a new school, a new schedule. The job I had lined up told me I was no longer needed so things went belly up there. Bills got a little tight.

Washed Overboard

“Jesus Christ, Anna, get your nose out of the book, we’re about to go snorkeling!”

I responded how I normally did to my sister- I raised my middle finger without tearing my eyes from the pages. I heard Rose gasp before she ran back to mom, whining about how I flipped her the bird and was being antisocial again.

Hey. My family dragged me away from my weekend of reading in my room where it was quiet and peaceful. My plans hadn’t changed even if the location had. On the ocean. Where my brother and his girlfriend were constantly making out below deck and you couldn’t get my older sister out of the water for more than ten minutes.

The Walls Sweat

I think I need to move again.

The doctor called it agoraphobia. I call it a rational reaction after being stalked for two years by an ex boyfriend. The moment he was finally jailed, I picked up everything and got out of there. Mom said I could move in with her, but I didn’t want her to see what I’d become.

The new apartment was across the state, cheap, and had plenty of delivery services. Once I entered that building, I resolved the closest I’d get to leaving it was to get the mail every other day. I worked from home, freelance writing. Unpredictable, at best, but I’d managed to get it to work for me.

Video Game Addict

I think we’ve all gone a little crazy over a video game. We’d say we would play a game for maybe an hour or two and before you know it you’ve not only missed lunch, you’ve also missed dinner and there’s a Cheeto stain around your mouth and it’s past midnight.

That was probably a little real for some of you, it’s okay, we’ve all done it. I mean, not me, not anymore. I learned my lesson the hard way. I don’t let myself play more than thirty minutes a day for any video game, I don’t snack, and I definitely do not play close to bedtime.

It’s all because of The Morning Court.

Under the Bed

“Daddy?”

I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I stood by my father’s desk, twisting Cookie the Bear nervously in my hands. With a sigh, my father took off his reading glasses and looked up, clearly annoyed by my presence.

“Nikki, it’s ten thirty, you should’ve been in bed over an hour ago,” He said in an exasperated tone.

I looked away, now a bit embarrassed. “Um…”

“Well, spit it out. What do you want?”

I gulped.

“Dad I… I think there’s something under my bed.”