My friends told me not to go home with her. Black hair, black nails, and eyes like black pools with a bit of mud around them. "She looks like a witch dude." I told them she didn't, it's a style, and they shouldn't be so weird about it. "I don't know man. Something is different." I stepped back and told them that I've been having a rough week and I needed this. They patted me on the back and we all made up.
So, I took the girl home that night. I won't get into the dark details, but after it was all over, we started talking about life.
"My Cat went missing last week." I told her. "I haven't been eating right, and I couldn't even sleep the first few nights."
She rolled towards me and grabbed my hand so tightly that I winced.
"Do you want your cat to come back?" I looked at her strangely, then she repeated "Do you want your cat to come back?"
It was a silly question. "Of course I want my cat to come back."
"Good," she smiled. "It shall be done."
That was an odd way to phrase it.
I left that night. The clarity kicked in, and suddenly the decorations around the house began to have an effect on me: a taxidermy zebra head staring out over the bed, a strange herbal smell that threatened to put me to sleep, and a dried hand hanging next to the door that I hoped was a monkey's.
The next day, Stanley came back. He looked like he'd been staying at the Ritz Carlton instead of on the streets. His fur was perfect, and he seemed better than ever. That was the best day that I'd had in a long time.
So you'd think when he came back for the second time, I'd have been equally elated. Instead, I was confused. He looked the same as Stanley and acted the same as Stanley, but there was doubt in my mind, so I laughed and posted it on social media as some cosmic coincidence.
Then, on the third day, coincidence seemed impossible, and instead, I found my mind drifting back to the words of the girl. Maybe she'd done something.
Today is day 11, and I've been searching for her for days. I told my manager that I was in a car accident, and I've burned through all of my sick days and started to cut into my PTO. The bus I took to get to her apartment and the bus I took to get home both went through different neighborhoods. I found the building I went into, but even after asking every tenant I could find, nobody seemed to know her.
I don't know which Stanley is real, or if any of them are, but I'm running out of space, cat food, and time.
AugustusJane t1_j6mnw3v wrote
Reply to [WP] Your cat went missing for a long time, but returned about month ago. Except, the next day, another cat showed up that seemed identical. This has repeated daily since: you currently have 34 identical cats, and there are no signs of this stopping. by imariaprime
My friends told me not to go home with her. Black hair, black nails, and eyes like black pools with a bit of mud around them. "She looks like a witch dude." I told them she didn't, it's a style, and they shouldn't be so weird about it. "I don't know man. Something is different." I stepped back and told them that I've been having a rough week and I needed this. They patted me on the back and we all made up.
So, I took the girl home that night. I won't get into the dark details, but after it was all over, we started talking about life.
"My Cat went missing last week." I told her. "I haven't been eating right, and I couldn't even sleep the first few nights."
She rolled towards me and grabbed my hand so tightly that I winced.
"Do you want your cat to come back?" I looked at her strangely, then she repeated "Do you want your cat to come back?"
It was a silly question. "Of course I want my cat to come back."
"Good," she smiled. "It shall be done."
That was an odd way to phrase it.
I left that night. The clarity kicked in, and suddenly the decorations around the house began to have an effect on me: a taxidermy zebra head staring out over the bed, a strange herbal smell that threatened to put me to sleep, and a dried hand hanging next to the door that I hoped was a monkey's.
The next day, Stanley came back. He looked like he'd been staying at the Ritz Carlton instead of on the streets. His fur was perfect, and he seemed better than ever. That was the best day that I'd had in a long time.
So you'd think when he came back for the second time, I'd have been equally elated. Instead, I was confused. He looked the same as Stanley and acted the same as Stanley, but there was doubt in my mind, so I laughed and posted it on social media as some cosmic coincidence.
Then, on the third day, coincidence seemed impossible, and instead, I found my mind drifting back to the words of the girl. Maybe she'd done something.
Today is day 11, and I've been searching for her for days. I told my manager that I was in a car accident, and I've burned through all of my sick days and started to cut into my PTO. The bus I took to get to her apartment and the bus I took to get home both went through different neighborhoods. I found the building I went into, but even after asking every tenant I could find, nobody seemed to know her.
I don't know which Stanley is real, or if any of them are, but I'm running out of space, cat food, and time.
I need to find that witch.