《Noir》


 Noir

    It was late on a saturday night, no stars in sight, the cold chill was cruel. Thomas was on his way home when his car broke down, he was unsure why, so he got out to investigate the engine, no sign of any abnormalities. "Huh, that''s weird" Thomas says, he gets back in his car and tries starting it up, it makes a loud popping noise then silent. "That sounded horrific" Thomas says with worry, he gets out and opens the hood, nothing weird or wrong, he hears a thunk towards the back of his sedan, like something hit it.


    Thomas walks around his car to investigate, there was a dent the size of a small animal on the trunk. "Oh what the hell is that from?", Thomas opens his trunk and grabs his flashlight, it is a big heavy duty flashlight kinda like police would have. Thomas turns the flashlight on and looks around, he finds nothing.


    He closes his trunk and goes to start up his car again, as he turns the key, a piercing loud screech comes from the engine, it sounded like a dying animal; As Thomas heard the noise he gets out quickly and opens the hood and sees nothing. No sign of anything, no abnormalities in the engine.


    Thomas takes his phone out to call the police, and as he calls, Thomas felt like something has ran by him, he shines his flashlight and sees nothing, "What the hell was that?" The phone picks up, Thomas says " hello? ". On the other side of the phone is a cat hollering like it''s lost, "hello?" Thomas says, something runs by Thomas'' feet and Thomas quickly runs to his car and gets inside and closes the door, he hangs up and tries again, it picks up but all he hears is a cat purring, he looks up at his rearview mirror, and a solid black cat with dark shiny blue eyes is standing on his trunk.The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Thomas gets out of the car, "here kitty, kitty" Thomas says, as he walks to the back the cat is gone. "What the fuck?" Thomas says, he looks on his trunk and there''s four bloody paw prints on it, Thomas'' flashlight suddenly turns off, "What the hell?" Thomas says, he turns the flashlight on but the white light was shining red like blood, Thomas drops the flashlight and gets back in his car and starts it up, this time the car starts up, he starts driving down the road, Thomas calls the police one more time and they pick up, "Hello? Sarasota County sheriff''s office, how can I assist you today" the police operator says, Thomas replies with " I need help, I don''t know what''s going on, so much is happening ", He says rapidly; "calm down, and explain your situation" the operator replies.


    Thomas tells him all that has happened, and as he is explaining he hears a cat purring, sounds like it''s coming from his back seat, Thomas'' eyes widen as he looks in the rearview mirror, at the sight of the same solid black cat with those killing blue eyes looking back at him, the cat jumps out of the seat and latches on to his face, Thomas swirves back and forth, screaming as the cats bloody claws dig into his face, Thomas swirves off the road and hits a tree.


    A few hours later the police arrive on scene after they traced the call that never ended, all that''s left is Thomas'' grey sedan, the tire streaks leading off from the road to the dirt into the tree, and his white phone sitting in the driver seat, and bloody paw prints. Thomas was never seen or heard from again and his body was never found. But ever since, people have heard cat cries and purring on that same road.