A few years ago, my mom and I moved into a new house during the summer. I was very upset about this, not because I had any friends, but because we had already move three times in the last year and I was getting tired of moving. Seeing how extremely antisocial I was (it also might have had something to do with the fact I was mad at her) she decided to get me a new cat. We went to the pound and looked around for a while before finding a cat that was grey with black stripes that I decided to get. She was very scrawny with one eye a bluish grey color, and one a greenish-brown color. She had been abandoned by her owner, and they were going to put her down. I named her Bitter. The new house was pretty small considering it was only going to be me and my mother. It had two rooms, a living room, a kitchen, and two bathrooms. You could not see the living room from my room, but if you were leaning back on the couch put in the corner you could see into my room. There was a bathroom in each of the rooms, too. The kitchen was between the living room and my mom’s room. Basically it was walk into the front door, my room on the right, walk through the living room, walk through the kitchen, then my mom’s room on the right. There was also a door connecting my room and my mom’s room, but my dresser was in front of it. There was also a back door in the living room. So anyways the first few days of moving in were fine. Saturday was my mom’s first day at work. She always left me home alone in my old house which I had no problem with, and I decided Bitter was the best company there was. My mom started work at 10:30, so she left for work at 10. I was a teenager, so I slept much later than that. I woke up at about 11:45 and went out to the living room, not bothering to close my door because Bitter was in there. I sat on the couch and turned on the television just for some background noise. I went to the kitchen and as soon as I opened the fridge to get something, I heard Bitter meow from the living room. She must want out. I thought then headed to the living room. Sure enough, there she was sitting at the back door pawing at the glass. Silly cat. I thought as I smiled and opened the back door. She immediately ran outside and played around in the grass. I went to the kitchen and made myself a small lunch. I ate a little then went and sat on the couch and got on many various websites. I sat there for a few hours and just played on the computer listening to (very loud) rock music. My mom was due to return at 6:30. At around 3:00 I took off my headphones and layed down on the couch to try to take a nap. After a few minutes of restless tossing and turning, I heard banging noises coming from my room. I immediately thought Bitter and stood up. I walked towards my room “What are you doing Bi-” I stopped dead in my tracks. It was not Bitter. This thing I saw was not Bitter. Bitter was outside. The thing I saw was not Bitter. The thing I saw was a grotesque version of something I thought to be a child like creature. It had naked white skin, and stood on four hands. Its eyes were black pits with blood pouring. Its was foaming and bleeding from the mouth and had large fang like teeth.It was completely naked, but had no “private parts” like normal humans are used to. On its body were patches of torn off skin and there was blood dripping from these patches. It looked vicious and mad in every was possible, and it had long nails that dragged against the floor. It also had metal shards sticking out of its face that looked like they grew out from her face. It didn’t look like it was impaled with the shards. It made hissing noises constantly, and what sounded like breathing with laryngitis. It had no hair and was completely bald. It looked anorexic, but nonetheless looked as if it could tear off your face. It didn’t even care I was there, it just stared at me with its black bleeding eyes on all four hands and made that terrifying sound. Until I took a step back. When I stepped back It let out a terrifying shriek and opened its mouth wider than humanly possible. Its mouth had black go in it, so you could see what looked like black mucus stretching in her mouth. It then started moving in jerky movements towards me. Like it was controlled by puppet strings. It then scuttled across the room and climbed up the wall very quickly. The window in my bedroom was open and it was clear daylight, so I could see it perfectly clear. It climbed on the ceiling and scuttled across and out of my bedroom window. I stood there frozen on the spot. I then realized I needed to close that window. I ran to the window and slammed it as fast and hard as I could then ran out of my room, shutting the door behind me and returned to the living room. I got Bitter from outside. Whatever that thing was it surely was not Bitter. I was correct about that. I now know that horrors don’t only lurk in the dark night, but also in the daytime. The thing has not bothered me since, probably because I always keep my windows closed.
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