The Tabby Cat
July 26th 2011 01:03
It was a sunny day in a small town where I grew up, and I was six years old. My brother and I where playing in our front yard when we spotted an orange tabby cat walking back and forth on the rock wall that separated our house from a large lot next door that held an old mansion and barn that had been abandoned for over a hundred years. This orange tabby looked very distraught. It kept crying and mewing loudly at us. When we tried to catch the cat it ran off towards the barn, and my brother and I followed after it. When we got to the barn and stepped inside, we saw an old man above us on the second floor platform, he was sitting in a wheelchair. There were cats all around him and he was holding a rope in his hand, it was a noose. We watched in horror as he looped the rope around a cat's neck and hung the cat over one of the rafters above. I screamed at him to stop when I realized his form was hazy, and under closer inspection, see-through. I did not know it at that time but he was a ghost...The full e-book of my story will soon be posted on www.smashwords.com keep checking in often for more ghostly tales!
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