The Black Cat
Drac Von Stoller
Copyright 2012 by: Drac Von Stoller
Smashwords Edition
"What's come over me? I sit all alone in this dark desolate castle with no one to talk too. I find myself overcome with fear of leaving this dark place to see the outside world. I've been cooped up inside these castle walls for so many years. I can't remember what day it was, let alone the year. I feel so safe in my castle. Besides, what could this world have to offer me anyway?" said Count Drac Von Stoller to himself.
Count Drac Von Stoller recalled the happy years when he had a beautiful wife named Marie. However, an unfortunate illness took her at such a young age. The Count never fully recovered from her death. Now the Count spends his lonely days inside his castle thinking of his beautiful wife Marie and stares at her portrait on the wall in the study, talking directly at the painting as though she can hear what he's saying.
One night when the Count was reading a book on ghosts, he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye that frightened the willies out of him. It was a black cat with blazing red eyes. The Count brushed it off as just his mind playing tricks on him. The cat leaped from the window sill onto the ground, and headed to the front door of the castle.
The Count said to himself, "Looks like the cats gone now, I can get back to my reading."
However, the cat was far from gone. Suddenly the cat started clawing at the door and whining. The Count stopped reading his ghost book to listen to the noise that was coming from outside the door. The whining and the scratching got louder and louder. The Count slammed down his book on the desk and said to himself. "I can't finish my book with that scratching at my door."
The Count got out of his chair and opened the study door. He followed the noise all the way down the dark hall to the front door of the castle, hoping that it was just his mind playing tricks. The Count slowly opened the door, breathing heavily not knowing what lurked outside the castle door.
"It's just a black cat. What harm could possibly come from a black cat?" Count Drac Von Stoller reassured himself.
The Count let the black cat inside his castle. This black cat wasn't the harmless type that you would have as a pet. This black cat was from the depths of Hell, bringing black magic that the Count never knew existed. The Count bent over to pick up the cat, but the cat wasn't looking for comfort, just the taste of the Count's bloody heart. As the Count picked up the cat and held the cat in front of his face the cat scratched him, leaving deep bloody canals in his face. He threw the cat across the room with anger. The black cat let out a screeching noise that deafened the Count's hearing. The Count ran back into his study where he felt safe. However, his life of Hell had just begun. As the Count sat behind his desk reading his ghost book, the black cat came back to his door, whining and clawing. No matter how hard the Count tried to block out the noise, it just got louder.
Days went by with nothing accomplished. The whining and scratching went on twenty-four hours a day. The Count couldn't get any sleep and lost his appetite. The Count was slowly going insane. Count Drac Von Stoller paced back and forth in front of the study door, shouting and pleading with the cat to go away. However, no pleading or begging could stop the hell the Count had let into his castle. Sometimes the Count would open the study door to see the black cat licking his teeth as though he was getting ready for a tasty meal. The Count was unaware that the tasty meal was going to be him.
Finally, he was too weak to carry on so he sat in his chair and drifted in and out of consciousness. He began to hallucinate. The Count was barely clinging on to life when the study door opened and the black cat growled at him. Then the black cat climbed up onto Count Drac Von Stoller's body, licking his teeth. The black cat proceeded to rip into the Count's chest with its sharp claws until his bloody heart was lying on top of his chest. The black cat licked his teeth and ran his tongue over Count Drac Von Stoller’s bloody heart as it was still beating. Count Drac Von Stoller took one last look and screamed "No! No! Not My Heart!" Then the cat's fangs sunk into the Count's heart. The black cat licked up all the blood that drained out of his heart. As Count Drac Von Stoller’s bloody body lie in the chair with his half eaten heart lying on his chest, the black cat let out a growl. Then the black cat leaped off of the Count's bloody body to return never more. The Count’s fears beyond the castle walls became a reality about how the unknown can and will eventually catch up with you. If you dwell on it day after day, year after year and let it eat you up inside like the count did, then you too will succumb to the fear of the unknown.