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Black Catsby Mike S.
Copyright 2003 All rights reserved
It was odd just how the legend went. It was a suicide done by a man who was drunk in the year 1903. He was the owner of a gun or two. His name was Carter Sawton. He distinctively was screaming and laughing before he killed himself. He lived in a very big mansion in Missourri. He also was known to love black cats. He had a few. He killed the cats and then himself. It has been said that as soon as Sawson's death passed, the mansion became haunted. It was waiting for someone to come in so the spirit of Mr. Sawson could scare the living daylights out of just that someone.....
Moving....almost everyone moves once or twice, but for Tim, it was everything he had ever known being tied to a brick and thrown into the ocean. There was a good side to this move, though. He was going to be moving to a mansion. Tim lived in Missourri and loved it there. But, as he settled into the new mansion, things started to lighten up. But not for long. He started to go to a new school. He was the popular new kid, until they found out where he lived. The Carter Sawton mansion. They told him the story of the drunken man's doings that night and that it was said that it was haunted. Tim's life was just getting worse and worse. He did make one friend, though. His name was Allen. Allen told Tim that strange things happened to everyone who moved into the mansion. He also said be ready for trouble and spend as much time as he could away from that horrid mansion.
Tim was at home doing homework by himself. He was mad now, he was feeling rage surge through his thoughts and body like electricity. He was ready to break a window. He was always saying, "Why me?" He started feeling tired and almost took a nap when he noticed something that was not there before. On his bed. Black hair. He wasn't sure how it got there, because the only pets he ever had was a fish. And the people's hair color in his family was blond. He was already asleep before he think anymore on the issue. He woke up to find blood on the ground right under his shoe. He checked to see if he had any cuts or scabs that were open and bleeding, but there wasn't anything wrong with him. He also noticed that it was old and hard, as if it had been there a while. He froze dumbstruck with horror as he realized who's blood this belonged to. Mr. Sawson. He grabbed a flashlight and ran out of his house as fast as he could. It was already dark out but that didn't stop him from leaving the house until his parents got back. He didn't tell his parents because it wouldn't matter to them.
That night he heard a meow, but held his knife under his pillow and ignored it. Suddenly he heard his parents' leaving the driveway. But it was 3:00 am. And so he climbed out of bed, still clutching his knife, and ran to his parents. But there were no parents. No one was there but Tim and the ghost. Suddenly, images of cats appeared everywhere around him. Then, he saw Carter Sawton holding two guns, laughing insanely right in front of Tim, who was pale with terror. He turned and shot and killed all of the cats around Tim. Then the barrel of the gun was pointed straight towards Tim's forehead. But, as the ghost was unloading round after round on Tim, and laughing, the bullets were not real. They were air, as was the ghost and the guns. And when Carter had run empty on ammo, and Tim was only scared, he grabbed the only real weapon, Tim's knife. He took itfrom Tim's hand and laughed once more before splicing it into Tim's head. Neither one were ever seen again. Tim's parents had been killed by the ghost before Tim's death. The ghost was no more, but the legend still is told...
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