My Cat Saved Me

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This happened around a time when I was fourteen years old.

So anyway, I had just gone through the lecture of a lifetime. My parents scolded me for having an outburst, where I suddenly yelled at my stepdad. It was around 1 in the afternoon on a Sunday. I’m explaining this because the fact that I didn’t have my phone will come into play later. They sent me to my room where I was forced to stay in bed and “reflect on myself”. So I lay there crying my eyes out after they had taken everything out of my room, and after a while I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was (they had taken my alarm clock as well).

I could tell that it was night time though, because everything was incredibly dark. I felt cold and clammy. I listened for any signs of my parents being awake. But I heard nothing.

I was still half asleep when I heard what I could make out to be a light tapping on my glass window.

At first, I thought it was my cat, as he sometimes does this at night. I got down from my loft bed, preparing to open the window to let him in. In my hazy state of mind, I wasn’t really thinking about other possibilities.

I reached for the cord to draw the blinds. My vision was fading, as I had gotten up too quickly. Just as my vision was beginning to return to normal, there was another series of taps. Five of them. “Okay Koda, I’m coming,” I said to my black cat, who was no more than a year old at the time.

But as it turns out, it wasn’t him. Instead, there was a dark silhouette of a person. I couldn’t make out any distinct features. Everything was just black. My window is quite close to the ground, and I could tell that it was crouching. “What the fuck?!” I said aloud.

Whatever the hell this thing was, I didn’t want anything to do with it. I knew I could run to my parents, because they were probably already asleep, and I couldn’t call the cops because I didn’t have my phone. I began to feel light headed, and could feel myself growing colder. I started having cold sweats as I stared into the darkness at this figure. There were no streetlights in front of my house, because I live at the dead end of my neighborhood.

It reached up to knock on the window once again. A horrific thought plagued my mind. The only thing separating me from this thing was about an inch of glass. That was it. If it were to throw something, it’d be able to get in. I had absolutely no idea what to do.

I quickly pulled my blinds back down and crawled back into my bed, hoping it would just go away. The tapping continued in series of fives, and would start up about every thirty seconds. I pulled my blanket over my head, and, like a child, I surrounded myself with my stuffed animals. Yeah, I know, kinda strange. The tapping ceased. I finally felt myself beginning to relax. After laying there for what felt like an eternity, I was able to close my eyes and attempted to go back to sleep. It was at that moment when my worst fear came true.

A deafening cracking sound radiating around my bedroom. I let out a silent scream. Looking over at my window I could see little pieces of glass lying on the window sill.

I didn’t dare get out of bed. The blinds were still closed, but I could seeing them swaying back and forth. Then. The true moment of fear. I saw a long, black hand reach through them. But they didn’t part like they normally did. Instead, it seemed as if it had just melted through. Whatever this was, it sure as hell wasn’t human.

It looked withered and its fingers were unnaturally long. I saw another hand making its way into my room. Then came the worst part. It’s head. It was twisted in a way that I can’t even begin to describe.

I have to say that the most uncanny thing about it was its eyes. They looked human, but somehow didn’t. The large white spheres appeared to bulge out of the creature’s head. It crawled in on all fours, dragging its legs behind it. Everything was mangled. It made its way across my floor. At this point, I was just prepared to get the fuck out, not caring if I stepped on glass. I didn’t break eye contact with this thing.

I heard the blinds shuffle. “What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck?!!!” I screamed in my head. Out of nowhere, Koda came bolting in, bowed up with claws extended. He hissed as he attempted to pounce on the creature, but it was as if he had leaped at nothing but the air. It let out the most horrifying sound I have ever heard in my entire life. It sounded like a person screaming, combined with a dogs howl. That’s the only way I can describe it. And the worst part was, it’s mouth was simply a gaping black hole in its face. It opened unnaturally wide.

It just sat there, unmoving. Unblinking. Koda jumped once more, It let out the same scream, then dragged itself over to my window, pulling itself back out with its arms. Koda lunged at the blinds, driving that thing away. I could hear it’s cry as it made its way farther away from my house.

I sat there in shock.

My cat let out a final hiss and silently walked over to my bed. He stared up at me with his bright green eyes. My face stung with the beginnings of tears. He let out his reassuring meow, and padded back over to the window, where he curled up on the floor and fell asleep.

“Thank you Koda,” I whispered in a raspy voice.

If my cat hadn’t showed up right when he did, who knows where I’d be right now. I still have him, and he is the best cat I’ve had. A lot of people don’t like cats, because they think they don’t do anything but lay around and eat. But they are so much more than that. Koda was willing to put himself in harms way to protect me. And for that, I am forever grateful.

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