Bogleech.com's 2013 Horror Write-off:
Submitted by JeffI know it sounds ridiculous, but IÖ kind of have a fear of cat flaps.
Donít laugh. Cat flaps. Canít stand them. And I love cats, you know, I just havenít had one for years. Last one disappeared.
I thought it was funny Ė well, cats are funny, everyone whoís owned one knows that; they do dumb shit Ė I thought it was funny that day when I passed the door probably a dozen time, and the entire day I saw my catís ass sticking out of the cat flap because he was standing halfway through.
One time I even crouched down and patted him. It.
I donít remember what the time was exactly when I took the trash out. It was late at night and dark, anyway. I remember laughing to myself because if the damn cat was still standing halfway through the cat flap Iíd have to give him a swift kick in the butt in order to be able to open the door. But no, the flap was finally closed.
What makes my skin crawl is I had time to open the garbage can and toss the trash before I noticed it. It was lurking there just a few feet from me and I didnít register its presence until after several moments. When I did, I Ė well, suffice to say it wasnít my manliest moment.
Because behind the trash can, up against the wall of my house, was thisÖ thing. I canít give you a proper description, because it was dark and I was scared shitless. Not about to go get the sketchbook or anything.
What I do remember is this. It was as big as me, but I remember a sense of it being crouched, as if itíd gain another three feet on me if it stretched fully. It might have been humanoid or insectile or I donít know. What I do know was it was covered head to toe in fur, and that its head looked like the behind of a cat.
Donít laugh, okay? Iím not joking. It had mandibles exactly like a catís hind legs, and a snout like a tail. Didnít see any eyes, but the tail, or snout or whatever, looked like it was probing, like that was its way of sensing its environment. I think it registered me about the same time as I noticed it. Thatís when it turned to me, lifted its tail-snout, opened its little round mouth and, I swear to fucking god, it meowed at me.
I got the fuck out of there, and locked myself in the bedroom all night. The next day, by broad daylight, I nailed that fucking cat flap shut.
Hey, where are you going?
Iím not crazy.