Hell Cat

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He has been locked in my closet for over a day now. It is a bit annoying because I desperately need to get some clean clothes. However, I cannot open the door. It is shut tight and locked, even though it has no lock. It is probably a good thing that I cannot get it open. He scares me. I’m afraid he will do something horrifying. I'm terrified he will kill me.

I came home yesterday evening to find him sitting on the couch, watching Modern Family. That in itself was odd. He has never shown any interest in the telly. Until now. I chatted to him a bit as I always do. He didn’t make any noise, but there was an evil glint in his eye. When I put my hands out to lift him off the couch, he hissed and tried to scratch me. He’s never done that before today.

When I went into the bedroom, he followed me, breathing heavily and making obscene grunts. I was understandably nervous, but all that happened was he leaped into the closet when I opened it. He turned and growled ferociously, then the door slammed shut. I have not been able to open it since.

I notice there is a red glow emanating from behind the door. It wasn't there a moment ago. Gathering all my courage, I grasp the door handle and slowly turn it. The door opens and a rush of sulphurous air assails my nostrils.

Oh no. Not another Hell portal. I’m still cleaning up after the one in the kitchen cupboard. Why does this keep happening to me?

Inspired by a prompt from Jill Badonsky in The Muse Is IN Writing Club.