t th

nd me, I heard a gasp escape Shelly's lip and then finally, a screech. My back was leaned against her, proba

was panicking — her voice was in a way husky,

a single trail of blood on the window. Shelly had probably been going too fast that we both didn't notice the fat cat about to cross. We were surrounded by more than hundred trees. It seemed like time itself had stopped. The car had shifted slightly off the road and was facing the trees in

gotten to us. We exchanged a knowing look, Shelly's expression of terror mirroring mine. We both knew we had either h

lly, who nodded obediently desp

erhaps by coincidence Thriller by Micheal Jackson was playing on the car's radio and no matter how much I wanted to avoid visualizing the video it

ered, swatting stray strands of

a distance at the floor the cat had fallen and then into the woods. The bright headlights flashing against her made her look as a pale as a vampire under the m

ou see?" I

o be worried, I fished my phone out from my pocket and cautiously got out of the car, making sure to look before I stepped on the cor

everywhere and slowly walking to meet Shel

couldn't even make out and fear — because I was really freaking out on the inside and because that road was never that deserted at that time of the day. It was when people usually came back from work and when some night workers headed to their work places. But then, ther

, briefly glancing at me. "But I don't think it wo

dark in there and the animal seemed like a wild, untamed cat. Loud screech, shrieks and pained meows coming from the woods confirmed that the cat was there and still alive. Clutching hard my phone, I turned around — nose wrinkling — and stared in the direction

nted behind her. "The

bject that turned out to be a broken silver choker with the name Bella boldly inscriped into it. I felt my saliva thickening at a rancid speed, and my gu

sounding terrified. "We just hit someone's

an't," I

over and leaving someday just terrified and chilled me to the bones. I squeezed the choker tightly in my left hand and exha

in the darkened opposite woods and it just wasn't any cat. It couldn't have been. My heart raced, my feet felt cold and my fingers limp that I couldn't proceed in dailing my phone for help. Goose pimples immediately began to sprout underneat

med up all the coura

d whispered in my ear, breath cold.

e darkened woods, a dim bulb flickered on and then off and it appeared as if someone was hold

y fingers kicked into action, once I was sure it was human like I and Shelly and I quickly turned on my phone's flash light, my hands quivering. I raised the light up in the direction of the oppos

road alone?" A male voice called out, dri

d the road, shining brightly upon us. I took that as an opportunity to study the man in the woods opposite us. He was most likely few inches over 6ft and his figure was hooded — sweatpant and grey hoodie. He looked nothing like the cementary's security guard like I'd expected him to be. Be

. "We're not sure if it's dead or just injured

back, seeming alarmed but not too scared. The cat continued to screech violently, purring wildly, as if it was in for another att

here," the man voice sounded strain

my forearm once again and she gripped tightly in

ke it was something normal when it certainly wasn't normal. The cat shrieking got louder and with each volume it picked, my heartbeat also i

ot to the cat, the more that pungent smell stung my nose and threatened

right light came on and the man flashed it directly onto my face, momentarily blinding me. I instinctively took a step back, under

demanded from behind me. "It so

e. "But you ladies might want to leave right now.

ith my phone ring piercing through the air and starting me. I jerked up and glared down at the phone screen. Quinn was written boldly as the caller's ID. The ca

e y

hat moment. I was confused and desperate for an answer. My teeth gnawed on my cheeks on the inside and my fingers wrapped tightly around the choker, nails digging into my palms.

d go," sh

that cat," I stuttered, fighting

Shelly urged on. "It's

at the figure of the man looking down at the struggling cat in anguish, I opened the car door and stepped inside — my phone held tightly in my hand. For a while, my door stubbornly

ut I felt hot tears prickle my eyes and blurring my vision. The figure of the man wandered off and got farther and farther away as Shelly drove off, this time, at a maintained and safe