23/05/2025
The Cat That Watched the Walls
In a quiet countryside cottage, an old woman lived alone with her black cat, Milo. He was calm, quiet, and deeply loyal. But one day, Milo started acting... strange.
He would sit in the hallway for hours, staring at the same empty spot on the wall. Not just staring — watching, like he was waiting for something to come through.
The woman laughed it off — “Just chasing shadows,” she’d say. But then, the scratching began.
It came every night. A faint scritch-scratch, from inside the wall where Milo stared. She called the exterminator. No rats. No pipes. No reason. Just… the sound.
Soon, Milo stopped eating. He stopped sleeping. All he did was sit and stare, his eyes wide, his tail twitching in slow, deliberate dread.
One night, the woman woke up to a new sound: whispers. Coming from the wall.
Terrified, she ran to the hallway—and found Milo. But he wasn’t staring anymore.
He was facing her.
Eyes glowing, fur raised, Milo let out a low, guttural growl... and then turned to the wall and walked through it.
Not into it — through it. Like the wall was smoke.
She never saw Milo again.
But every night since, the wall scratches returned… and sometimes, she swears she sees a tail vanish into the plaster.
