Some people swore that the house was haunted. I know the truth. I went in only on a dare from my best friend, Ty. It was dark, and rain battered the house.
Why did I have to choose this night? I remember thinking as I climbed the creaky staircase, the carpeting rotting away under my feet. As I came to the top floor, I heard a whimpering. I was tempted to turn and run, but my curiosity was stronger than my fear. My hand shook as I reached for the doorknob and turned it. I entered the room and noticed a dark shape quivering in the corner. As I approached, I saw the outine of a cat, curled up fast asleep. I took another step forward and the floorboards groaned beneath my weight. The cat jumped to its feet and in the moonlight, I saw the creature was little more than skin and bones. Something drew me to him, maybe it was the haunting look he gave me, a look of sorrow and hopelessness. I put my hand down, and the cat came to sniff it, but when I tried to stroke him, he ran under the bed. I made a vow to myself that night to take X into my care. I came back every day after school, until he let me stroke him and eventually I took him home.
When I returned, Ty greeted me with an expectant, "Well?
"It's haunted," I lied, trying to sound as convincing as possible.
I never told anyone about that night; it didn't seem like something to be told. Whenever someone asked where I got my cat, I said I found him in the alley.
But I always remembered. And nothing was ever the same again after that.
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