The Cat Saw ItI have a cat.
Now you're probably thinking; So what? Everyone has a cat, you're not special.
On any other day I would believe you. But bear with me. I will get to the point in a moment but give me a second to explain some things about the feline who came into my life. I also apologize if this gets a little lengthy, I want to make sure you understand things and, if I don't give all the details, it won't seem as if I'm making my case. My cat is a black and white, goldened eyed feline who sleeps most of the day and is afraid of the vacuum cleaner. She lays on my chest at night and wants nothing to do with me during the day unless she is hungry and needs food. The only out of thing place about her is her little, shorter than normal tail, which was broken at some point during her development in her mother's womb. Her name is Kitt because the markings on her back look like a mask and cape. I named her Kitt after Eartha Kitt who played Catwoman in the old Adam West Batman TV show.
The House Down The RoadThe house had been empty for years. I passed it often on my way to school. It stood at the end of the next block a sad, lonely, building slowly becoming more run down with each passing year.
I would often pause to stare at the place, taking in the sagging porch and crumbling chimney, it's two front upstairs window looking like a pair of sad eyes, and wondered why such a place could not seem to keep an owner. The kids at school always told stories about the house, claiming it was haunted by the spirits of a family who had been murdered long ago.
I never believed such tales, brushing them off as simple childish things. After all; ghosts only existed in stories.
Even so... the fact the house couldn't keep its inhabitants for long made me wonder sometimes.
One day I noticed the For Sale sign was gone from the overgrown front yard and a small sense of hope came to me. Maybe somebody had finally bought the place. Maybe they even had children.
But that was not to be.
When I returned ho