The Gal'erI was 9 when this happened. I can't remember much from when I was nine, I don't even remember what grade I was in! It was Halloween....
I was a black cat, so of course I got lost. Well, not lost lost. But I got separated from my family. I knew my way around town and even if I didn't I knew everyone here; it was a small town. Very small. Everyone knew everybody.
I went back to my house, and all the streetlights were off except one. I didn't mind though, the moon was bright.
I know what you're thinking; how the heck does she remember what she was thinking?!?! Well, this night is forever burned into my memory-every single part of it. But I didn't find out what happened till today.....
Someone-or something-was there outside our door. It was facing the door so I couldn't see it's face. It was tall, probably three times as tall as I was. And I wasn't exactly short.
It's skin from what I could see from the one stree
I looked around me. I was trapped. Cornered. Dead meat. The beast crept towards me and leapt. I opened my mouth to scream, but I couldn’t make a sound. The horror of the creature before me was too much.
Wait, was that a….roaring sound?
“It was only a dream.” I say, relieved.
I look around, and freeze. I had woken up, so this couldn’t be a dream. Flames eagerly licked at the door, and I knew I would never get out that way. I could hear my sister crying. I stumble out of bed, horror written across my face.
I look around, searching for a way of escape, and find one. My window. I yank it open, and pull my jacket closer as the cold winter air outside bites at my face. I’m on the top floor, but this is my only chance at survival.
I can feel my heart rise into my mouth as I’m falling, falling. I scream the whole way down, until finally the ground slams into me mercilessly. I crawl away from the burning house, gasping and coughing as the smoke worked it’s way into my lungs.I was only five.