It's been two days since we moved into this creepy place and Cuddles only comes out from under Dylan's bed to see that I make it out of the house safely when I have to go to school. He doesn't seem to want me to go though, he wraps around my feet whenever I try to leave, as if he thinks it's dangerous out there or something. I've been sleeping in Dylan's room every night though. Mom and Dad think it's ridiculous but they didn't see those wolves or the shadow. I can't stop thinking about that shadow. I feel like it's following me, waiting for the right time to strike. I keep thinking I'm seeing glimpses of it as Dylan and I walk to school but I try to push the thoughts from my mind. I have enough to worry about being the new kid. I'm kind of nerdy so no one really likes me and I'm to shy to just go up and talk to anyone. Maybe tomorrow will be better? I think as I fall asleep on Dylan's floor. The next morning I wake up and look under the bed, no Cuddles. Where is he? I shake Dylan awake,
"Wadyawan?" He asks, half awake
I roll my eyes "Dylan Cuddles is gone. He's not under the bed anymore"
"Cats need to sh*t to Topaz" Dylan tells me, though I'm sure that's not what he really thinks
We get up and get ready for school. When we get home Cuddles still isn't there.
"Dylan, will you help me look for Cuddles?" I ask
"Yea sure I'm worried about him too" He says. We go up to his room grab a box of matches, candles, candleholders, flashlights, and two knives which we hide in our pockets.
"Mom! We're exploring the house a bit!" I shout and without waiting for an answer Dylan and I head off to look around.
We come to the guest room. We look around everywhere and I'm just about to leave when Dylan calls to me,
"Look at this" He says. He's pushed over the bed that came with the house to reveal a trap door.
"Should we open it?" I ask. I can almost feel the door calling to me and I know Dylan can to.
"That's all we can do" He says and opens the hatch to reveal stairs. We climb down to see something I'll never forget no matter how old I live to be.
"Oh my god" Dylan gasps. Cuddles is hanging from the low ceiling by his throat. His claws are out, his eyes are wide, and blood his leaking out of his mouth staining his charcoal coat. If cats could have facial expressions his would be one of pure terror. My face grows pale when my flashlight beam falls on the wall just behind Cuddles. Bright red letters on the wall spelling 'Leave or die' in blood. Dylan and I run up the stairs to get mom and dad.
"Mom, dad" Dylan starts
"Kids, you're making no sense" Dad says
"It'll make sense after you see it" Dylan told him and we drag them down into the basement, but somethings wrong. The writings gone. The only thing there is Cuddles' corpse lying in the middle of the floor.
"But..." Dylan and I gasp "It was here!"
"Cuddles is dead!" I say
"He was an old cat sweetheart" Mom tells me "You kids must be under a lot of stress, I think you two should go to bed"
"But mom-" Dylan argues
"No buts! You too are clearly tired, now go to bed" Mom tells us.
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