It was 2 a.m. when I tried to find the keyhole to open the door to my flat. I was out for a drink with a good friend. It wasn’t easy to unlock the door – I was a bit drunk, my fingers were freezing and the lamps didn’t work. But I finally managed it. The temperature outside was around -15 degrees, so I was really happy to get into my warm, cosy apartment.
The first thing I noticed when I got inside was the kitchen door – it was wide open. It shouldn’t be open, I close it every morning before I leave for work. I have two cats and they like to destroy everything. The kitchen is the only room they aren’t allowed to enter, so I always put everything destructible in there. Now that the door was open and the cats were able to enter it was a mess. The kitchen towels were shredded, olive oil was spilled all over the floor. They tore all cards from the refrigerator and even managed to open the stove.
Sighing I started to clean up the mess, when I suddenly froze. Why was this freaking door open? I was absolutely sure I closed it today, because when I left the building in the morning, I couldn’t remember if I closed the kitchen door – so I went back to check it.
Accompanied by my cats I started to walk around in my flat – that luckily isn’t that big. I searched for things that looked changed or if something was missing. But everything was at its place. I was happy my cats were next to my, because I was afraid there might be a burglar inside my apartment.
Not able to find any difference I put my pyjamas on and tried to sleep, which of course I couldn’t. I tossed and turned in my bed and every noise freaked me out. I thought about calling someone, but I didn’t want to wake my family or friends.
The hours passed and I finally managed to find some rest – when suddenly I heard the door opening again. It gave me a chill. I don’t have any weapons at home, so I grabbed the biggest book I could find and walked to the kitchen. My sensed were sharpened and my whole body was tensed.
Finally I stood in front of the kitchen door. What I saw made me laugh hysterically. One of my cats was standing on its rear legs and just opened the door. The other cat walked towards me and meowed loud. At first I thought it was cute, but the meowing got more and more despaired. I pet my cat, trying to calm it.
Then my other cat turned around. My blood ran cold. This wasn’t my cat. The grotesque face of that thing wasn’t my cat. These bizarre angled limbs couldn’t be part of my cat. The blood-dripping eyes, the green teeth… This can’t be my cat!
I screamed while the thing crawled towards me, starting to eat my face off.
Submitted January 09, 2017 at 03:25PM by KittehKaruzo http://ift.tt/2iYZ4gU nosleep
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