12 April 2012
Her deep, red eyes looked at the cat. Darke, she said her name was. Wherever the cat went her eyes would follow. Did she like Carly , my cat?
I walk out the living room, wondering of I should get Darke something to drink. Maybe she would like a coke? I gave her a cold can, but she shook her head, no.
She started to provoke the cat, pulling her tail, I walk toward the kitchen, even though I had nothing in mind to eat or drink,
I hear a loud, high pitched scream and run to the living room. There was a message on the wall- I like your cat - Darke Friendly comment but the only thing that scared me was the stench of sour blood on the walls.
It smelled like Carly
Darke • Opuss № I