When you go to 125 Loner's Street you will find nothing, but a burnt out shell of an sad old house, and maybe a cat. Yes, a cat. A black cat you will find wandering. Hopefully it won't walk up to you. It looks hungry.

William Herart use to live in this very house. A lonely old man who use to be the librarian of the Doveport Library. Until, all that is left is was bones, he was a strange man, but good in the inside. A cat named Pumpkin he had. It wounded up dead. The body turned up, just the day before he found a new cat, a strange cat. Not even a night can pass, that the man slept through a fire in his house. His loss.

Let's get back to the story, though.

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Walking down Loner's street that night, it could be considered very lonely. A perfect place to think, if your not scared of the dark. A boy, walks down the sidewalk, his hoodie on. As he walks, he stop ocassionally as if he hears something. After stopping a few more times, the next time he completely stops and turns around. There sits a cat. A black cat with glowing yellow eyes.

The boy picks it up. He looked for a collar. None. Seeing this as an excuse, he picks it up and walks back to his house. Slowly, he climbed the stairs, careful of not waking up his parents. For, he had snuck out. Setting the cat on the bed, he left the room and came back with two bowl and cat food. 

"Here you go buddy," he cooed to the cat. Pouring food and water into the separate bowls. He had always wanted a cat. Especially since his dog, Spike, passed away. It was actually quite recent. Just yesterday actually. No visible wounds, so they thought he was poisoned. 

Really, the cause of death was unknown. He took a cloth and cleaned the picture. He was going to mis shim, but at least he had a cat now. Which was sleeping on his bed. Joining him, they slept into morning. The boy got dressed and brought the cat down, saying to his parents that it was outside his window, meowing. 

The parents agreed to keep it, but not without a small conversation. "Are you sure your ready? You know, after Spike? WIll you be able to handle it. Cats can get hurt easily." The boy said he would be fine and took the cat up to his room. It rubbed against the glass sliding door to the balcony.

Thinking that it wanted to be let out, he opened it, and decided to step out too, He leaned against the railing enjoying the fresh air. One second he closed his eyes, the next he never opened them. Jason Radling. Cause of death; broken spine, bashed in head, internal bleeding. Died at the age of sixteen years. 

His family mourned him. Shortly, after his death the parents went to clean his room out. They noticed the abandoned cat bowls and remembered the cat. No sign now. They decided to shrug it off, and continue cleaning the room.

They wouldn't be seeing that cat anytime soon.

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This is getting a bit strange and more graphic now. So we will end this story here and now. I will have you remember though, that cat is still out there. It stalks you from the shadow, wants you to care for it, and then kills you when it doesn't get the love it wants.

That cat has a lot of desires that need to be handled. Maybe a vampire could do the trick with the super speed? I will let you known that I have no proof, but that cat did kill all those people. It did! How do I know? Because I was one of the characters you would never think of. I was the crow. Flying past your window.