Village of the Damned Kitties (With Apologies to John Wyndham)

As I entered the city I felt the air around me tingling with a strange energy. The day was just starting to pass into night. Shadows that the sunlight played innocently seemed then to leap away from their hosts in a perverse display. I began to wonder if maybe I aught to turn around. There were stories I'd heard; stories about 'Them.' But I have always held myself to a high standard. There is no place for cowardice in my heart. What I was soon to learn was that cowardice and common sense sometimes walk the same path.

As I walked down the quiet country road I noted all the houses had their curtains drawn. No lights were lit in any windows and not a soul stood outside. I knew there were people inside. I could hear sounds coming from the buildings. The thought that they were all hiding flitted through my head for just a second, quickly dismissed by a rational mind. The sky was getting dark but it was clear and beautiful. I inhaled the sweet cool breeze that carried softly the smell of lilac. It was refreshing after such a hot day. But the enjoyment was to be short lived.

As I neared a stop sign I saw the first one standing off to the side:

His expression was mournful and distant. As if he was ashamed of something he'd done. Possibly afraid to let anyone know of the darkness that he tried to keep hidden inside. I did my best o get his attention but he ignored me. At last though when it became clear I would not leave him alone he raised his sad head and looked me in the eyes:

I was shocked. I stumbled backwards off the curb and into the street. I fell hard, bruising my back in the process. I stared, unable to look away. A moment later he dropped his head again, mournful as ever. I couldn't say for sure what had possessed him, but clearly he was unhappy about it.

Getting back to my feet I noticed others were starting to come out from various hiding places. They didn't approach me. At least not right away. They seemed more curious than anything. The others weren't sad like the orange one was. They were creatures of the night and relished in the fact. The younger ones chased each other and played merrily in the grass. A few others though, watched me cautiously:

I tried to tell them that I meant them no harm. I have no idea whether or not they understood me. The expressions on their faces didn't change. I started to walk away, heading up the street. The eyes of the white one looked over suddenly to where the young were. I had no idea I had been heading towards them:

As the white one looked on, the young went silent and stopped moving. It was as if the beast had instructed them telepathically. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to be far away from there. I started running only to find that other were coming out from everywhere. To my left a calico darted out. To my right, two persians strolled down the front walk outside an innocent looking house. I passed by what I thought looked like the brother of the white one. I was so relieved to see no blazing eyes:

But then a noise grabbed its attention.

I knew then that all the legends and stories I'd heard over the years were true. I was stranded in the village of the damned kitties. 

I ran further until a stitch caught in my side and I had to stop to catch my breath. I saw two cute kitties quietly making out on a window sill. It was a sweet sight:

Until the one opened it's eyes.

The scene was further spoiled by the result of another partner showing up to what was becoming a demon kitty orgy:

I wondered then if I would make it out alive. I happened to have on me a bottle of turpentine, some cloth, and a lighter. I thought if I could gather them together I might be able to make an improvised Molotov cocktail and blow the evil off the face of the earth. I just had to make sure they couldn't read my mind. I pictured a brick wall covering my thoughts. Suddenly their curiosity seemed to grow they approached me in a little cluster.

One of them stood still looking at me. A thought popped into my head unbidden then in a strange voice. I knew instantly whose it was:

What are you thinking of Fathe- I mean stranger?

I could see the mental brick wall beginning to crumble under their thoughts. I knew time was short. So I wrote this out as quickly as I could. If all goes well I'll have lived to tell you about it. If not you'll have this story and the knowledge that I at least took those demons from hell with me.

Though in hindsight I suppose if I hadn't taken the time to write this out I probably could have easily just run away. Well live and learn.