This was my sister's old house.
Every evening, after like 8pm, this cat used to come to my sister's house. That's why my sister started keeping cat food that remained untouched.
Her neighbor's dog Peanut, howled every time seeing this stray cat.
One evening, my 3 year old niece Mary was sitting on the stairs, facing this window and was making funny faces.
Me: "Mary, What are you doing baby"
Mary: "I am imitating that lady over the window who has her braid around her neck"
Me: "What lady?"
Mary: *pointing towards the window near that cat* that lady
I started walking up the stairs thinking that its just a child playing when, suddenly Mary started to make choking noises. I got petrified, "Baby, are you OK?"
Mary: "Aunt Lou, I am imitating her"
That's when I realized those "funny faces" Mary was making was actually a woman gasping for breath, hanging with her braid around her neck.
I almost fell off those stairs. That's the day I would never forget in my entire life.
This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 276
Every evening, after like 8pm, this cat used to come to my sister's house. That's why my sister started keeping cat food that remained untouched.
Her neighbor's dog Peanut, howled every time seeing this stray cat.
One evening, my 3 year old niece Mary was sitting on the stairs, facing this window and was making funny faces.
Me: "Mary, What are you doing baby"
Mary: "I am imitating that lady over the window who has her braid around her neck"
Me: "What lady?"
Mary: *pointing towards the window near that cat* that lady
I started walking up the stairs thinking that its just a child playing when, suddenly Mary started to make choking noises. I got petrified, "Baby, are you OK?"
Mary: "Aunt Lou, I am imitating her"
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| Midsummer Night's Melancholy by Michael Sowa |
That's when I realized those "funny faces" Mary was making was actually a woman gasping for breath, hanging with her braid around her neck.
I almost fell off those stairs. That's the day I would never forget in my entire life.
This post is written for Magpie Tales, Mag 276
Gosh, I didn't see that coming! A great bit of flash fiction.
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Thanks Rosey :-P
DeleteWhat an eerie story.. was there cat a ghost of some kind?
ReplyDeleteBrudberg, some people say, that ghosts come in the form of cats. Maybe that woman was the cat
DeleteThe cat had evidently seen it all before , on high rotation ...
ReplyDeleteMight be, you never know what happens afterlife
DeleteWow... that's a haunting story! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks paula
DeleteA fairly refreshingly spooky take on this week's Mag!
ReplyDeleteThanks helena
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