So, I decided to write a little short story, And well, it only has a little blood in it... but, whatever. This is just in me and Zen's house with our pets... Should I make this into a little series? Let me know! And, also if there is a part two, Zen might write it on her account in her POV.
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I woke up to a loud crash.

"Huh, what the hell was that?" I asked aloud, rubbing my eyes. I looked up at my wall. Huh, strange. The picture I hung wasn't there. It was pretty big. It was a picture of Me and my two cats, Jasmine and Poppy. We called Jasmine "Jazzy" most of the time.

I glanced at my alarm clock. It was only two in the morning. I quietly slid out of my bed and looked around. Then, there was a low guttural growling noise, and sharp claws grabbed my feet, causing me to fall over and scream. I was immediately terrified.

"Wha- What the hell?"I said, examining the wound on my left foot. It was bleeding profusely, drops of blood soaking my cream carpet. I looked over near my wall, and saw my huge picture frame against the wall. Whoo, thank goodness, it was safe! But then, I realized that Jazzy's and Poppy's eyes were glowing red.

"Well, that's kind of strange," I whispered to myself. Adrenaline surged through my veins, numbing the pain in my wound. I looked up at my wall again. There were many pictures of me, basically my childhood, up to my age, fifteen. There was one of me and my boxer, Daisy. But I saw that Daisy was mysteriously missing from the picture. Things were starting to get really messed up.

Maybe the shadows were obscuring the picture? I thought. No... doubt that, I can still see all my other pictures. Then, I heard the growling noise again. I stood up and looked around my room, my heart beating like a doldrum against my chest. I hoped that whatever was in my room couldn't hear it.

Then I saw two pairs of bright red dots, and my heart shot up to my throat as a black cat leaped out of my closet and onto my bed. I gasped, and I couldn't believe I didn't realize it before.

It was Jazzy.

I assumed the other one was Poppy, and I was right. She jumped out afterwards. Jazzy hissed, slowly creeping up towards me. I couldn't move, my feet were planted to the ground as fear gripped my stomach.

"J-Jazzy?" I said.

She then leaped towards me and I ducked, running towards the hallway, swinging open my door, running into Zen's room.

Zen sat straight up and stared at me for a minute.

"What," she said irritated, "I was sleeping!"

And then I looked over...

And there was Daisy.