Post by fm on Oct 14, 2006 20:42:35 GMT -5
FINISHED!! [glow=black,2,300]
The small town of Orange Hollow is your average mountain village. It’s completely surrounded by woods, being up in the Vermont Mountains. It’s also the type of town that you, unless you live there or know someone there, have no clue exists. But what happens when suddenly this seemingly quiet, remote town is the home to an unsolved case concerning a missing man? Well, that’s what you’re about to find out…
Pumpkin was a small, orange she-cat. She was one of local feral cats in her village. Her favorite time, Halloween, was soon approaching. She knew it, because all of the pumpkins, ghosts, candy, scarecrows, and other odd things had come out again. Plus she knew it was autumn, the season of Halloween. She had heard from another local cat, a friend of hers, that one of the old people in town had gone missing. Pumpkin knew that her friend, Oreo, was very fond of the old man missing, and Pumpkin was going to find him, even if it means missing Halloween. But Pumpkin wasn’t planning on missing Halloween. She had an idea, a pretty good one, of where to look.
So about a week before Halloween, Pumpkin set out for the old abandoned house on the corner of Oakland Road. The old man, Pumpkin knew, visited this house frequently, although why, she had no clue. So once she arrived there, about two blocks away from the old barn she lived in, she decided to try to sneak in an opened window on the second floor. But as she gazed up at the large building, she couldn’t help noticing how creepy and old it looked. She shivered. I’m going in there? She asked herself in amazement. It was an old, stony, gray color. Also completely covered in cob-webs, and every window was broken. But Pumpkin knew how sharp broken glass was. She took a deep breath, and shook herself. How stupid, a cat being afraid of a human home. But it was spooky. How ironic, a creepy mystery taking place in an old, abandoned house. She quickly and vigorously licked her chest, and slowly trotted to a huge oak. She would have to climb the tree to get to the window. But she was a simple cat she’d never be able to climb it as good as Oreo. Oreo! That’s it! Oreo lived around here. Must find Oreo, thought Pumpkin.
As Pumpkin headed out back, she heard a twig snap, it wasn’t her. She twisted her neck around to see who it was. A cat, Oreo? No, not Oreo. She opened her mouth to maybe ask for Oreo, but before she could say something, the cat was gone. Like that, gone. Pumpkin shivered. She tried to move, but she felt rooted to the spot. A cool wind blew, and she knew she had to get inside the house, even if it meant climbing the tree without experience. She shook herself, and groggily started back towards the tree. She sat at its base, and stared hard at it. She wanted to get this over as soon as she could. She was cold. The inside of the house was probably even creepier. She gathered up on her haunches, and sprang forward, slashing madly at the bark. She scrambled clumsily to the nearest branch. She grasped at the cool wood, and looked forward; telling herself don’t look down, don’t look down. She gulped. Almost there, one more branch to reach. She was about to head out again, once her heart stopped racing, but than she saw the cat again, watching her this time from the downstairs window. Pumpkin caught its eye. She though she was going to puke. White. Pure white. No pupils. No eye color at all. All white. She almost fell of the branch, but kept her hold. She looked down, it was gone, again. She didn’t even see the flick of its tail as it disappeared.She tried to look away, and prepared to leap. She leapt to the next branch, and all in one swift movement, she crawled into the open window.
The air was cool, and everything was covered in dust and spider webs. She landed with a dull thud on an Old Persian rug, unsettling a ton of hurricane of dust. She sneezed. Pumpkin looked around the old room. It had old furniture, covered in so much dust; they matched the color of the house. She shivered again. She slowly crept towards an open door in the far corner of the room. It seemed to lead to a dusty hallway.She walked out, and saw a flight of stairs at the far end. She started out, and then remembered the creepy, phantom cat thing. No. She must forget about it, and find the old man. She shook herself again, and looked behind her. Nothing but the old room. She took a deep breath, and slowly descended. Each stair creaked, even under her light weight. She walked through a cobweb. Giving herself a quick wash to destroy the strong, dusty silk, she jumped the last 2 steps, and instantly regretted landing so hard.The thud caused the floor to break through, and Pumpkin just managed to grasp the edge of the broken floor. Flailing helplessly, she failed to notice the white, ghostly cat slowly, almost float out to the place where she was struggling. The cat flicked its tail, and Pumpkin, just noticing it, shut her eyes tightly. Her hind legs seemed to levitate out of the ditch. They landed about a ninth of a millimeter from the whole. She opened one eye a slit. The cat was gone. She didn’t know where, but she knew it must’ve been the cat that saved her.She opened both eyes fully, and took in what she saw around her. What she saw made her gasp…
No one must’ve known about this place. If they did, they’d never leave it abandoned to rot. It was magnificent. Now in the main center room, the ceiling was as high as the mountains themselves, or so it seemed. There was a huge chandelier on the ceiling, brilliant, full of crystals. She thought to herself where could the old man be?Then it came to her. She remembered the hole she had almost fallen through, and since there was a hole, it must lead to another floor. The basement! Pumpkin hated herself for figuring that out, but ruefully trudged back towards the old stairwell. She gulped, and looked down into the darkness. She thought that maybe there was another staircase that led down there, but she just decided to jump the hole. She slowly bent her paws towards the hole, and started to push off with her hind legs.
The floor was only about 5 seconds away, and once she landed, she realized she could see everything a lot clearer now. It was yet another old, dusty, spidery room. But this, time, she knew she wasn’t the only one in there. There was a shallow breathing coming from the musty corner in the far left of the room. As Pumpkin moved towards the sound, she could feel her heart racing. She could just make out the yellow of a cats eyes. Oreos eyes. Pumpkin opened her mouth to speak. He didn’t look hurt at all. But Oreo had his eyes fixed on something behind Pumpkin. She closed her mouth, and slowly turned around. The phantom cat! The ghostly cat looked, unblinking, at Pumpkin. She heard Oreos breath catch, and a scuffling of paws behind her.Oreo had scuttled away, behind a chair. She was alone now, with the ghost cat. The ghost cat looked Pumpkin straight in the eye, if that was what those things where called. It seemed to beckon her to follow. By now, the only light was coming off of the cats glowing pelt. It made the hairs on the back of Pumpkins neck stand up, but was beautifully eerie at the same time. The cat appeared to float towards the opposite side of the room. As Pumpkin neared, she noticed there was a small hole, just big enough for her, in the wall. After the ghost cat, Pumpkin followed into the hole.
She squeezed through. The next room seemed to be robbed of all warmth. It was freezing cold. She looked around, and lost sight of the ghost cat. Than all of a sudden, there was a pop, and a cozy fire was crackling in the fireplace. How’d that happen, Pumpkin asked herself. She heard a swish, and turned around sharply. She briefly noticed Oreo giving the hole Pumpkin went through a scared look. Than Oreo jumped up the hole to the first floor and Pumpkin could hear the murmur of footsteps on the stairs. Too loud to be Oreos…
Pumpkin knew that a human must be going down the stairs. What human though? And how did it get upstairs? Pumpkin heard Oreo give a startled mew. Did the person get him? Who was the human? Maybe it was the old man! Pumpkin had only been in the one room that she arrived in. The phantom cat must’ve known the human was coming, because it than ran towards the hole, beckoning Pumpkin to follow. Pumpkin did as she was told, and soon came tothe large hole she had fallen through to get down here. She looked quizzically up at the phantom cat. How the ghost could levitate, but how was Pumpkin getting back up? Then she remembered when she had almost fallen through, and the phantom saved her. Pumpkin let out a soft mew to say she was ready. The ghost cat closed its eyes, as did Pumpkin. When she opened them again, she found herself up at the top of the stairs again. Why here, she felt like asking. She heard a small pop next to here, and then the ghost cat was there. It flicked its tail towards the hole down at the bottom of the stairs. Pumpkin saw a person, a man, peering down into the hole. In his arms, Oreo! He was purring, and looked happy. Pumpkin tried to catch Oreos eye, but he had shut them. She leapt down the stairs, without using the steps, and landing with a thump on the floor next to the man. The man turned away from the hole, and focused his eyes on Pumpkin. It was the old man!
Pumpkin purred, and rubbed against his legs. He put down Oreo, and started petting them both at the same time. The old man was covered in dust and cobwebs, but looked fine. He picked them up, one in each arm, and started towards the door. Pumpkin looked over his shoulder for the ghost cat, but it was gone. Pumpkin guessed she’d never see the cat that’d saved her, nor would she know why the old man was upstairs for two days. But one thing she knows, the old man is safe, and the ghost cat is probably sleeping by the fire right now. Pumpkin enjoyed the next few days, and once Halloween came, she had a blast frightening people looking for candy. [/glow]
TAH-DAH!!!
The small town of Orange Hollow is your average mountain village. It’s completely surrounded by woods, being up in the Vermont Mountains. It’s also the type of town that you, unless you live there or know someone there, have no clue exists. But what happens when suddenly this seemingly quiet, remote town is the home to an unsolved case concerning a missing man? Well, that’s what you’re about to find out…
Pumpkin was a small, orange she-cat. She was one of local feral cats in her village. Her favorite time, Halloween, was soon approaching. She knew it, because all of the pumpkins, ghosts, candy, scarecrows, and other odd things had come out again. Plus she knew it was autumn, the season of Halloween. She had heard from another local cat, a friend of hers, that one of the old people in town had gone missing. Pumpkin knew that her friend, Oreo, was very fond of the old man missing, and Pumpkin was going to find him, even if it means missing Halloween. But Pumpkin wasn’t planning on missing Halloween. She had an idea, a pretty good one, of where to look.
So about a week before Halloween, Pumpkin set out for the old abandoned house on the corner of Oakland Road. The old man, Pumpkin knew, visited this house frequently, although why, she had no clue. So once she arrived there, about two blocks away from the old barn she lived in, she decided to try to sneak in an opened window on the second floor. But as she gazed up at the large building, she couldn’t help noticing how creepy and old it looked. She shivered. I’m going in there? She asked herself in amazement. It was an old, stony, gray color. Also completely covered in cob-webs, and every window was broken. But Pumpkin knew how sharp broken glass was. She took a deep breath, and shook herself. How stupid, a cat being afraid of a human home. But it was spooky. How ironic, a creepy mystery taking place in an old, abandoned house. She quickly and vigorously licked her chest, and slowly trotted to a huge oak. She would have to climb the tree to get to the window. But she was a simple cat she’d never be able to climb it as good as Oreo. Oreo! That’s it! Oreo lived around here. Must find Oreo, thought Pumpkin.
As Pumpkin headed out back, she heard a twig snap, it wasn’t her. She twisted her neck around to see who it was. A cat, Oreo? No, not Oreo. She opened her mouth to maybe ask for Oreo, but before she could say something, the cat was gone. Like that, gone. Pumpkin shivered. She tried to move, but she felt rooted to the spot. A cool wind blew, and she knew she had to get inside the house, even if it meant climbing the tree without experience. She shook herself, and groggily started back towards the tree. She sat at its base, and stared hard at it. She wanted to get this over as soon as she could. She was cold. The inside of the house was probably even creepier. She gathered up on her haunches, and sprang forward, slashing madly at the bark. She scrambled clumsily to the nearest branch. She grasped at the cool wood, and looked forward; telling herself don’t look down, don’t look down. She gulped. Almost there, one more branch to reach. She was about to head out again, once her heart stopped racing, but than she saw the cat again, watching her this time from the downstairs window. Pumpkin caught its eye. She though she was going to puke. White. Pure white. No pupils. No eye color at all. All white. She almost fell of the branch, but kept her hold. She looked down, it was gone, again. She didn’t even see the flick of its tail as it disappeared.She tried to look away, and prepared to leap. She leapt to the next branch, and all in one swift movement, she crawled into the open window.
The air was cool, and everything was covered in dust and spider webs. She landed with a dull thud on an Old Persian rug, unsettling a ton of hurricane of dust. She sneezed. Pumpkin looked around the old room. It had old furniture, covered in so much dust; they matched the color of the house. She shivered again. She slowly crept towards an open door in the far corner of the room. It seemed to lead to a dusty hallway.She walked out, and saw a flight of stairs at the far end. She started out, and then remembered the creepy, phantom cat thing. No. She must forget about it, and find the old man. She shook herself again, and looked behind her. Nothing but the old room. She took a deep breath, and slowly descended. Each stair creaked, even under her light weight. She walked through a cobweb. Giving herself a quick wash to destroy the strong, dusty silk, she jumped the last 2 steps, and instantly regretted landing so hard.The thud caused the floor to break through, and Pumpkin just managed to grasp the edge of the broken floor. Flailing helplessly, she failed to notice the white, ghostly cat slowly, almost float out to the place where she was struggling. The cat flicked its tail, and Pumpkin, just noticing it, shut her eyes tightly. Her hind legs seemed to levitate out of the ditch. They landed about a ninth of a millimeter from the whole. She opened one eye a slit. The cat was gone. She didn’t know where, but she knew it must’ve been the cat that saved her.She opened both eyes fully, and took in what she saw around her. What she saw made her gasp…
No one must’ve known about this place. If they did, they’d never leave it abandoned to rot. It was magnificent. Now in the main center room, the ceiling was as high as the mountains themselves, or so it seemed. There was a huge chandelier on the ceiling, brilliant, full of crystals. She thought to herself where could the old man be?Then it came to her. She remembered the hole she had almost fallen through, and since there was a hole, it must lead to another floor. The basement! Pumpkin hated herself for figuring that out, but ruefully trudged back towards the old stairwell. She gulped, and looked down into the darkness. She thought that maybe there was another staircase that led down there, but she just decided to jump the hole. She slowly bent her paws towards the hole, and started to push off with her hind legs.
The floor was only about 5 seconds away, and once she landed, she realized she could see everything a lot clearer now. It was yet another old, dusty, spidery room. But this, time, she knew she wasn’t the only one in there. There was a shallow breathing coming from the musty corner in the far left of the room. As Pumpkin moved towards the sound, she could feel her heart racing. She could just make out the yellow of a cats eyes. Oreos eyes. Pumpkin opened her mouth to speak. He didn’t look hurt at all. But Oreo had his eyes fixed on something behind Pumpkin. She closed her mouth, and slowly turned around. The phantom cat! The ghostly cat looked, unblinking, at Pumpkin. She heard Oreos breath catch, and a scuffling of paws behind her.Oreo had scuttled away, behind a chair. She was alone now, with the ghost cat. The ghost cat looked Pumpkin straight in the eye, if that was what those things where called. It seemed to beckon her to follow. By now, the only light was coming off of the cats glowing pelt. It made the hairs on the back of Pumpkins neck stand up, but was beautifully eerie at the same time. The cat appeared to float towards the opposite side of the room. As Pumpkin neared, she noticed there was a small hole, just big enough for her, in the wall. After the ghost cat, Pumpkin followed into the hole.
She squeezed through. The next room seemed to be robbed of all warmth. It was freezing cold. She looked around, and lost sight of the ghost cat. Than all of a sudden, there was a pop, and a cozy fire was crackling in the fireplace. How’d that happen, Pumpkin asked herself. She heard a swish, and turned around sharply. She briefly noticed Oreo giving the hole Pumpkin went through a scared look. Than Oreo jumped up the hole to the first floor and Pumpkin could hear the murmur of footsteps on the stairs. Too loud to be Oreos…
Pumpkin knew that a human must be going down the stairs. What human though? And how did it get upstairs? Pumpkin heard Oreo give a startled mew. Did the person get him? Who was the human? Maybe it was the old man! Pumpkin had only been in the one room that she arrived in. The phantom cat must’ve known the human was coming, because it than ran towards the hole, beckoning Pumpkin to follow. Pumpkin did as she was told, and soon came tothe large hole she had fallen through to get down here. She looked quizzically up at the phantom cat. How the ghost could levitate, but how was Pumpkin getting back up? Then she remembered when she had almost fallen through, and the phantom saved her. Pumpkin let out a soft mew to say she was ready. The ghost cat closed its eyes, as did Pumpkin. When she opened them again, she found herself up at the top of the stairs again. Why here, she felt like asking. She heard a small pop next to here, and then the ghost cat was there. It flicked its tail towards the hole down at the bottom of the stairs. Pumpkin saw a person, a man, peering down into the hole. In his arms, Oreo! He was purring, and looked happy. Pumpkin tried to catch Oreos eye, but he had shut them. She leapt down the stairs, without using the steps, and landing with a thump on the floor next to the man. The man turned away from the hole, and focused his eyes on Pumpkin. It was the old man!
Pumpkin purred, and rubbed against his legs. He put down Oreo, and started petting them both at the same time. The old man was covered in dust and cobwebs, but looked fine. He picked them up, one in each arm, and started towards the door. Pumpkin looked over his shoulder for the ghost cat, but it was gone. Pumpkin guessed she’d never see the cat that’d saved her, nor would she know why the old man was upstairs for two days. But one thing she knows, the old man is safe, and the ghost cat is probably sleeping by the fire right now. Pumpkin enjoyed the next few days, and once Halloween came, she had a blast frightening people looking for candy. [/glow]
TAH-DAH!!!
