She just hissed at me. I didn’t do anything.
Recently I have moved into a nice Victorian house that I find, well FOUND, beautiful. There were old engravings stylishly carved into doorframes and walls, the floors were made of this beautiful wood that had a nice polish to it. It had two bathrooms, four bedrooms, a living room, dining room and a kitchen. All beautifully decorated.
My cat was my best friend at the time because I knew nobody. Not that I knew anyone before because I have always been kind of introverted loner. She was the most heart warming thing in my life. But recently she had been avoiding me when I sat in my favourite seat in the corner of my room. She just glared at me, either scared or angry. It upset me because she had never avoided me before unless I did something bad to her. But I didn’t. All these thoughts clouded my mind as I drifted off to sleep.
Yesterday I was in my room on my laptop looking at TMNT figurines when it shook. The chair shook. It scared the living s**t out of me that I leapt off it and shattered my laptop screen. But there had to be some kind of explanation, right? I looked down at my broken laptop and knelt down next to it, all I could see was a pixelated time:7:47 pm.
Startled, I woke up. It was all a dream? I was in my chair, huh must have fallen asleep. I looked at my phone to see the time. 7:45pm it read. I called out for my cat to come and sit with me until I was told to go to bed. She came prancing in gleefully… then stopped. She just hissed at me. I didn’t do anything. The chair began to shake as I leap off in fear and broke my laptop. I looked at my laptop. All that was there was the time. 7:47pm.
