My cat screams every night at 3am..

You know how they say that 3 a.m. is the witching hour. demons supposedly get to walk the Earth and roam around. Well, I didn’t believe any of these things till I brought one home..

i had just turned 27. I had a decent-paying job at the animal shelter. I decided that summer to leave my parents’ house and move on my own into a small one-bedroom apartment not far from work. I live in a small rural town with not much going on.

I went to work every morning like I did most days. I’d be there around 8, open up, and start taking care of the animals. cleaning them, giving them medicine, It was the only shelter in town, so we got all kinds of cats and dogs, squirrels, raccons all kinds of animals that would come into town or people would find on the road and drop them off as they passed through.

This morning was a bit different though. As I was checking the new animals that came in, I noticed one in particular, a white and black cat fluffy like a cloud she was so beautiful and hesitant but odd i decided to name her Stanley, my co workers tried to check her and bring her in, but she’d hiss and growl and even bite them But not with me. She’d let me pick her up, and sit on my lap and purr. Her eyes would follow me every direction i’d move She seemed so drawn to me like she wanted to be a part of me..

weeks had gone by like normal. People would come in and out and adopt cats and dogs we had here. People would try to see Stanley, but she’d always hiss at everyone, except me.

One night while I was sleeping, I had the strangest dream of a white creature so beautiful but yet it felt dangerous i jolted out of bed, beams of sweat on my face but then i had a sudden urge to want to adopt Stanley i felt like i needed to save her and I did feel bad after all, as she didn’t like anyone else and no one would adopt her. I never wanted pets, especially not a cat, but I thought she was cute, and we seemed to be perfect for each other, so I did.

It took no time at all for Stanley to get adjusted in her new home. I put her litter box in the corner of my room and a bed at the foot of mine so she could sleep in. Everything seemed to be going so well, and it was nice to have her around and come home to her. It wasn’t till some time had passed that I wish I hadn’t brought her home.

Things started getting strange after one night. I had fallen asleep like usual. I left my tv on and turned the volume down just so I could barely hear it. It helped me fall asleep. Stanley would usually sleep in her bed or roam around the living room. She was usually quiet, but this night was different. I woke up around 2:55. I could hear something in the other room. I couldn’t see Stanley next to me, so I thought she was in there playing whatever cats usually do. This was all new to me as i’d never had a cat before and i thought well They are creatures of the night after all. I tried to go back to sleep till I heard it. She started screaming, not loud at first, but enough to make me get up and check on her. But when I did, she’d act as if nothing happened, like she wasn’t making these noises. I felt kind of strange at first. I’d never heard a cat scream before, and I couldn’t even say I saw her doing it as she’d stop before I’d walk in and notice her..

weeks went by, and every night around the same time, Stanley would make the same noises, some nights louder than usual, but I’d just brush it off and go back to sleep. Till one night I turned over to see my clock. It said 3:00 on the dot, and there she was sitting on my nightstand staring at me, watching me as if she was studying me. and for a second i could swear i saw her drooling. It was odd. She’s never done this, and I admit it did creep me out, but again, I just thought, well, cats are strange, you know.

I kept telling myself maybe she was just different, you know, or something happened to her when she was a baby, she must have some trauma or something, anything to justify her behavior. But as time went on, the screams got louder and more aggressive, and every time I’d get up to check before I’d step in the doorway, she’d stop and come up to me so innocent and purr like nothing was going on, I was starting to think, am I imagining these things? Am I going crazy..

i decided to go to the local Radio Shack and buy a camera. I thought I’d definitely be able to catch her doing this on tape right? and at least get to the bottom of it. And I really wish I hadn’t..

I set the camera up in the corner and tried to pretend like it was nothing. And I went to bed like usual, except this time I closed my bedroom door and turned my tv volume up and tried to sleep through the night. When I woke up in the morning, I sat outside on my patio as stanley played inside and replayed the tape from the night. What I heard brought chills to my spine and fear to my heart. The timer stopped on the tape at exactly 3 o’clock and at first I couldn’t see Stanley in the video but I could hear her screaming no roaring growling like a demon something from the movies or books or your imagination something unnatural, not from this world It was deep and dark and I swear I could see something in the black a figure with horns and white teeth but then suddenly out of the corner Stanley walked out the darkness like normal not a demon not a monster but a cat..

i figured I had to do something right I couldn’t let this keep happening but I was so scared and when I’d look at Stanley she seemed so innocent how could something so cute come from hell I thought..

i couldn’t sleep anymore after that and I was too scared to get up in the night to check on her anymore, so that’s when I decided I was going to catch her and try to put an end to all this once and for all.

I waited lying in my bed. I was terrified of what might happen but I had to try to stop this. As soon as the clock hit 3 and I could hear her start to scream I darted up and ran to the living room with no hesitation. This time Stanley wasn’t there anymore.. but something else was.. a beast fur white as snow, eyes black as night screaming, roaring, growling, drool oozing from its mouth teeth sharp as nails, claws like razor blades, horns long and curled made of stone, as I approached it it got quiet as if maybe it would stop i called out for Stanley all I wanted was for my cat to be normal again and all this to end.. but it was waiting for me to get close, close enough to smell me to know i can’t get away from it.. then suddenly almost gracefully it opened its mouth i could feel its hot breath as it let out a howl that shattered my ears and brought ice to my veins it lunged after me it scratched and bit and chased me I fought back as hard as i could yelling for it to stop to go away, till I managed to get to the front door and get out. I ran down the road and kept running till i couldn’t anymore I could still hear it chasing me running after me screaming howling it was the creature from my nightmare a monster i wish i never brought into my home..

i never saw the beast after that night. and i never went back home or to the shelter i moved far away from that place.. i never got another animal either, please be careful what you bring into your home you never know what it may be.. sometimes i still miss Stanley, and every night at 3am i still hear her screaming..

(this is the first story i wrote for my lovely lady CF, i hope yall enjoy)