Creating my happy life on the other side of fear.

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Intruder in the night


It’s the middle of the night. You are sound asleep, when suddenly, something wakes you up. You sit up in bed, trying to figure out what woke you. Then you hear it again – a noise. Is there someone in your house? Your heart starts pounding furiously, and you try to remember if you have anything close by that you could use as a weapon. You strain your ears to figure out where the noise is coming from, when you hear it – a loud meow. Relief floods your entire body, making you laugh out loud. It’s just your cat! But then you listen closer, frowning slightly. Why does she meow so loudly? She sounds distressed.
You jump out of bed and pad across the room, to the open door. The meowing is happening upstairs, and you turn on the light before carefully climbing up the stairs.
Something isn’t right.
Your heart is starting to pound again.
When you reach the top of the stairs, you see your cat: Her back is arched, her hair standing on end, and she is hissing at something in the shadows. Oh my god, is it a ghost? They say that cats are in touch with the spirit world, able to sense ghosts and otherworldly creatures. Your own hair in the back of your neck is standing on end, as you slowly creep closer ...

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... when suddenly, something jumps you! You scream in fright and surprise, which quickly turns into a scream of pain. Something has lodged its sharp teeth into the soft flesh of your hand, and to your amazement, you realize it's a cat - but not your cat. Your cat is still standing off to the side, green eyes fixed onto the feline attached to your hand. 
It's a strange cat! You have no time to wonder how it got into your house, because the more pressing matter is to get it off your hand. It hurts like a son of a bitch, but no matter how aggressively you shake your hand, the strange cat's teeth stay firmly embedded in your flesh. 
You race down the stairs, illogically trying to run away from the pain, but also subconsciously wanting to get the intruder out of your house. 

Once in your front yard, you finally manage to pry the cat's mouth open and dislodge her from your aching hand. You fling her non-too-gently far away from you, watching her dart off into the night. 



This is the story that a patient with bite marks in his hand told me. He swore that's what happened to him: A strange cat had climbed through a window into his house in the middle of the night, and attacked him. 

I don't know if it's true, but it's wild! And also creepy. 

That's why I'm a dog person. 

Happy weekend!

xoxo Miriam

Photos found on Pixabay, a website for free stock photos. 


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  1. Oh my gosh, have you heard about the Dear David story unfolding on Twitter?? You have to check it out! This reminded me of it, but as far as I know there's no conclusion yet on that story!

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    1. Oh my god, I had not heard of the Dear David story, and now I'm seriously freaked out! I'm one of those people who doesn't want to believe in ghosts, because a world that includes ghosts is way too creepy for my liking...

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