Running down the street from house to house, Michael and his friends filled their bags with candy and other goodies from their neighbors. At the last house at the dead end, the lights were out and only candles glowed in the front two windows upstairs. If it weren’t for the candles, Michael and his friends would have skipped that house assuming it was abandoned. The windows and front door were old and dusty. The drapes were visible from the street and looked to be deteriorating.
Michael rings the bell as his friends run off screaming, “there’s nobody home”. Michael sees that there is a silhouette of someone walking through the house towards the front door.
A woman carefully opens the door and in a disturbed voice she answers, “What is it? What is it that you want?”
Michael peaks inside and replies, “Trick or treat!”
“Oh” says the woman inside, “Please come in, I’ll find you something special”.
Michael thinks to himself, “This woman must be out of her mind inviting a teenage boy into the house when she’s in those crazy cat’s pajamas.” He answers, “sure, sounds good”.
The woman takes him by the hand, her hand is cold and he can feel all of her bones in her hand. The house is warmed by a log fire and smells of garlic and a fire. A gross combination.
The woman in the cats pajamas motions for him to sit down by the fire. “I have a surprise for you. A very special surprise.”
Michael answers, “great, I love surprises”.
The woman hands him an open bottle of soda before she sits down beside him in an old rocking chair that creeks as she rocks back and forth. Then she stares into his eyes. Her old blue eyes looking deeper and deeper into his eyes. So deep he feels as if she can see right through to his brain. Just then, she says, “I can see you already know I can see through you. I can see what you’re thinking. I can see what you’ve done and I can see what you are going to do and how you will finally die.”
Michael laughs, “Oh really. That’s a good one. So tell me, just what am I thinking?”
The woman purses her lips, squints her eyes looks at him carefully and replies, “You think I’m telling you the truth and you think I’m a crazy old lady in cats pajamas. And now, now, you want to know how you are going to die.”
“Okay, so tell me. Tell me how I’m going to die.” He drinks his cola nervously.
“I think you should know, its not pretty. Its a horrible death. A death that will be bitter sweet. Sweet for some and bitter for others.”
“Oh get out of here. You’re just a crazy old lady in those cats pajamas. What are you a crazy cat person who feeds stray cats?”
“I may be crazy and I may be old but I know more than you do. I know you are going to die tonight. I know my cats will eat tonight and I know it will hurt for some time.”
“What? What the hell are you saying!”
“I’m saying you’re right. I’m a crazy cat lady. I’ve lured you into my house for a special surprise. A special surprise for my cats. You see, you are their dinner tonight. I put a powerful sedative in that soda and in a few moments, you will be unable to move even a finger. You will only be able to see, hear and smell.”
Michael notices he cannot speak. He’s not speechless. He just cannot move his mouth or his tongue to speak. He cannot move anything at all.
The woman walks into the kitchen and returns to Michael with a butcher knife. She begins to chop off his fingers and toes. “Oh dear boy, you didn’t know you’d be dinner tonight. I’m not surprised.”
The pain is unbearable but he cannot scream. He cannot scream in agony or for help. He is helpless and terrified. This little old lady in cats pajamas is cutting him up and cooking him up for her cats!
She takes his fingers and toes into the kitchen. Michael can hear the cats come running into the kitchen after her.
“Oh kitties, din-din is here. In just a few more minutes our dinner will be ready!”
Michael lays there paralyzed. First one cat comes running to Michael to lick his wounds and take bites of his flesh, then several more come and do the same. In just a few minutes, dozens of cats are dining on Michael as the room goes dark and Michael is dead.
“Oh you kitties. You just couldn’t wait for mommy to finish cooking. Could you? Oh well. Its Halloween, there will be more trick-or-tr eaters.
