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The Black Cat
I don’t
expect you to believe the story I am about to tell you. But in order to die
peacefully, I must tell my story.
My wife and
I loved pets. One of my wife’s favorite pets was Cemeng, a cat. Cemeng was a
very clever black cat.
One day I
came home very drunk. I was in a very bad temper. For some reasons, Cemeng made
me angry. In a rage I seized the cat, took a small knife out of my pocket and
cut its throat and took one of its eyes oyt! Then I hung the poor creature
until it was dead.
The next
morning, I woke up and remembered what I had done and I felt very sorry. I
buried my memory in a drink.
One night my
house was burning. There was suddenly nothing left, but a strange thing
happened. I found in my bedroom wall the shape of a huge cat with one eye and a
rope around its neck. I was terrified and coul not forget such a horrible
sight.
I regretted
and felt sorry for Cemeng so I bought another cat to take Cemeng’s place. This
cat had a white patch on its chest.
I soon began
to dislike the cat because it often stared at me with a strange and hatred
look. I terrified me very much.
One day my
wife and I went to the cellar. I was getting drunk at that time. The cat
followed us. It fot between my feet and nearly made me strip down the stairs. I
was carrying an axe in my hand. I was so angry that I raised my axe wanting to
kill the poor animal when my wife prevented me from doing so. My rage soon
directed the axe at her. She fell dead at my feet.
Then I dug a
grave to hide her body inside the cellar wall. I looked for the cat because I
decided to kill it too, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.
The fourth
day after the death of my wife, the police came to my house because of my
neighbors suspicion. The police searched the house and found nothing. I was so
glad that I said, “Genlemen, this is a well-built house. Look at this wall.” I
lifted a stick and beat the wall in which I had buried my wife.
As soon as I
had done that, a voice cried out from behind that wall. The sound was like a
crying child but was not human.
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