The dark night of your stay in the curious old hotel is punctuated by the faint sound of sneaking back and forth outside your door. The carpet barely muffles the floorboards in this place but no new visitors clomp down the hall. But are you imagining the sound of small feet? Or brushing tails? The hint of a purr? Sometimes mewing or a screech is heard as if some cats were having a brief argument down the hall. Something about the sounds make you think they are either too big or too small, or maybe both. But that could only be the acoustics of the tall ceilings in this ancient structure, or an overactive imagination. You bury your head under your pillow and resolve to bring your stay here to an end tomorrow.
In the morning you wake to find the sun streaming through the windows of your room and laugh at your foolishness the evening before. As you exit your room, this ominous piece of furniture greets you in the hallway and you can’t help but wonder if there are crafty animals under the cover. Did it just move?
Happy Birthday to Me
It’s my birthday. Of course I can’t tell you how old I am, or the agents will visit again and remind me to be discreet. In honor of my birthday, however, I have decided give you a present. I wrote you a story about Ominous Furniture. Happy Birthday to me!
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