The Black cat
By Jonathan Fife (Not Edgar Allan Poe! Completely different story.)
The black cat twitched its tail twice. It hissed. Then it's tail twitched again. There we were face to face, just me and that black cat. Her long teeth were almost fangs, the hisses a knife to my ears. I knew running would not get me out of this situation. I already tried. Every time I came back home there she stood guarding my house, as if she was trying to protect it from me! The time was well past midnight, and my parents must have been asleep in front of the TV.
Even though I had encountered many black cats before, this one felt different. As if she was a true curse. I had felt my luck change inside going from a happy good kind of luck, to the scared cautious kind.
Well thanks to that cautious, but bad, luck I knew that I needed a good plan. I could climb the tree up to the second story window. I would have to run ten yards to the tree. The black haired she-devil was within spitting range, and cats are naturally faster than people. I decided to trust my luck. I waited till I felt ready, then sprinted to the tree and climbed up to the first branch.
I slowed my rapid breathing and prepared for the treacherous climb. Glancing back I spied the cat, not on the walkway, but between the tree and the window hissing with a devilish pleasure. I stepped out balancing on a thicker branch, and edged my way to the window. A few feet before I got there I heard a loud SNAP! Suddenly I was falling. I landed on my side, not wounded, but stunned.
I rolled over, and there was the cat, not having moved an inch since I last saw her. But she was maybe half a foot from my face as if she had known where I might land. The devil's tail twitched scaring me half to death. Then a second sudden tail twitch scared the other half of me to death. Sorry. I can't finish the story. I'm dead now.
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