The Black Cat

Supernatural Stories | Dec 11, 2012 | 4 min read
16 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
On my morning routine jog within the cemetery. I came across, or should I say the black creature with it's shiny fur coat came across me, and I his path. Had I been a superstitious being. I would have turned around right then and there and never looked back. Instead I ran as usual- forgetting about the creature as I made my rounds. Just as I had finished for the morning, I came across an unscratched lotto ticket. I picked it up and retrieved my car keys from my jacket pocket, and begun to scratch the silver coated squares. To my amazement. The ticket was a winner, and I was five-thousand dollars richer.

The next morning I was back at the cemetery doing my stretches before running, when again the Black Cat appeared. His ancient green eyes peering into my soul made me feel uneasy. There was something about the animal. It was like he was here to harm me, or at least that's how I felt anyway. I quickly turned my gaze away from the creature, and continued my run. As I made my way around the bend now at the center of the garden. I noticed something shinning in the ditch line. I went over to see what it was when I noticed a small diamond ring. The diamond itself wasn't small, but the ring size was worn by a slender woman. An elegant woman no doubt. Later that same day in the late afternoon. I found that a reward was offered to who ever found it. Twenty-five thousand dollars was in my bank account the very next day.

This went on for the next month. The Black Cat was always there, like he was awaiting my return. I became use to the creature being around as I jogged, and was the richer for it. "Black cats, bad luck my ass." I say, never believing in those stupid superstitions anyway. After some time I had been blessed with enough money to actually retire. I was practically a millionaire doing nothing more than jogging out in the cemetery with a good luck black cat. Life couldn't be better. I had a big house now, instead of my one bedroom apartment. I had fancy cars, and beautiful women. I had it all. But the more I jogged in that cemetery, the more out of shape I became. I even noticed, as everyone else did also; that I had aged quite a bit in the last year I had been seeing the Black Cat. I was becoming a senior citizen before my time. My hair had turned gray at the young age of thirty, and my face and hands begun to show signs of advanced aging. Another month had passed, and it was now late October. My health was no better as I was now on oxygen to breath from time to time. I was slowly dying, and there was no reasonable explanation for it. The only conclusion that I could come to was that damned Black Cat. It had cursed me somehow. It had taken years of my life every time it had crossed my path. There was no other explanation. It was settled. I would go find the damned creature, and kill it dead!

I arrived at the cemetery that evening with the deed heavy on my mind, and rage running through my veins like poison water. As I walked down between the rows of grave stones. I came across an old caretaker digging a fresh grave. I went over to him and asked if he had seen a black cat running around in the cemetery lately. He looked at me aghast. He took in a deep breath, took one look at me and sighed. He begun to tell me a story about the Black Cat, and how it had been seen wondering around the cemetery since the late eighteen hundreds. That the cat would be seen every year around this time. Some believed it to be the devil himself trading years of a persons life for riches so that he may walk the earth for all eternity. "The story had to be true," I tell him. "There's no other explanation for my aging so quickly. The cat was taking nine years of my life, and in return he had given me wealth, and taken away my health." I say again grimly. The caretaker looked at me with pity, and started digging again. As he dug I noticed that he was not digging a grave, but digging up one. I just stood there as his shovel hit the hard cement lid of the vault. The other men that were with the caretaker used chains and a bucket tractor to lift the heavy lid away, and placed it upon the sod grass aside the large hole in the ground. I don't know why I stood there frozen in time, but I found myself in awe, and unable to move from that spot beside the opened grave. I could now see the casket inside the vault, submerged in water. I stood there as they drained the vault with a pump. I stood there as they unlocked the lid to the casket, and slowly opened it. I stood there, and saw inside clothed in a flowery dress that of an old woman, and dead upon her torso lay... the Black Cat.
Oh, but the cat wasn't dead- that you can be assured. Around this time next year he'll be back to take the lives of his next victim. Around this time next year, I'll be dead. And that's that. All because I crossed paths with; "The Black Cat."

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