Halloween Stories







The Black Cat's Message

A Texas Halloween Story
Excerpted from Spooky Southwest
Retold by 
S.E. Schlosser

 I came home late one night after work and found my wife Ethel puttering about the kitchen with a big yellow cat at her heels.
      “And who is this?” I asked jovially. 
      “This is our new cat,” said Ethel, giving me a hug and a kiss to welcome me home.  “She just appeared at the kitchen door and wanted to come in.  None of the neighbors know where she came from, so I guess she’s ours.  It will be nice to have some company around the house.”
      I bent down and scratched the yellow cat under the chin.  She purred and stretched. 
     “Well, I think our income can stretch far enough to feed three,” I said. 
     My son had taken over my job at the mercantile and my wife and I were enjoying a leisurely old age.  I liked to keep busy though, and so I spent a few hours every day cutting and hauling wood to be used at the mill. 
       I went out to milk the cow, and when I came back in, Ethel gave the cat some cream in a saucer. 
       We sat on the porch after dinner, and the cat sat with us. 
       “You are a very nice kitty,” I said to her.  She purred loudly. 
      “Donald,” Ethel said.  She sounded worried.  I turned to look at her.  “The neighbors acted rather oddly when I told them about the cat.  They seemed to think she was a ghost or a witch of some sort, transformed into a cat.  They told me to get rid of her.” 
        “A witch?” I asked, and laughed heartily.  “Are you a witch, little cat?” 
      The cat yawned and stretched.  Reluctantly, Ethel started to laugh with me.  It seemed such a ludicrous notion.  We sat watching the beautiful sunset, and then took ourselves to bed. 
       The cat quickly became an essential part of our household.  She would purr us awake each morning, and would beg for cream when I brought in the morning’s milking.  She followed Ethel around supervising her work during the day and would sit by the fire at night while we read aloud. 
     The days became shorter as autumn approached, and often I would work until nearly sunset, cutting and hauling wood.  One night in October, I didn’t finish hauling my last load until dusk.  As soon as I had piled the last log, I started down the road, hoping to get home before dark since I had not brought a lantern with me.  I rounded a corner and saw a group of black cats standing in the middle of the road.  They were nearly invisible in the growing dark. 
         As I drew nearer, I saw that they were carrying a stretcher between them.  I stopped and rubbed my eyes.  That was impossible.  When I looked again, the stretcher was still there, and there was a little dead cat lying on it. 
      I was astonished.  It must be a trick of the light, I thought.  Then one of the cats called out, “Sir, please tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy is dead.”
       My mouth dropped open in shock.  I shook my head hard, not believing my ears.  How ridiculous, I thought.  Cats don’t talk. 
      I hurried past the little group, carefully looking the other way.  I must be working too hard, I thought.  But I couldn’t help wondering who Aunt Kan might be.  And why did the cat want me to tell her Polly Grundy was dead?  Was Polly Grundy the cat on the stretcher?
     Suddenly, I was confronted by a small black cat.  It was standing directly in front of me.  I stopped and looked down at it.  It looked back at me with large green eyes that seemed to glow in the fading light. 
      “I have a message for Aunt Kan,” the cat said.  “Tell her that Polly Grundy is dead.”
       The cat stalked passed me and went to join the other cats grouped around the stretcher. 
      I was completely nonplussed.  This was getting very spooky.  Talking cats and a dead Polly Grundy.  And who was Aunt Kan?  I hurried away as fast as I could walk.  Around me, the woods were getting darker and darker.  I did not want to stay in that wood with a group of talking cats.  Not that I really believed the cats had spoken.  It was all a strange, waking dream brought on by too much work. 
     Behind me, the cats gave a strange shriek and called out together:  “Old man!  Tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy is dead!”
      I’d had enough.  I sprinted for home as fast as I could go, and didn’t stop until I had reached the safety of my porch.  I paused to catch my breath.  I did not want to explain to Ethel that I was seeing and hearing impossible things.  She would dose me with caster oil and call the doctor. 
      When I was sufficiently composed, I went into the house and tried to act normally.  I should have known it wouldn’t work.  Ethel and I had been married for thirty years, and she knew me inside and out.  She didn’t say anything until after I’d finished the chores.  Then she sat me down in front of the fire and brought me my supper.  After I’d take a few bites and started to relax, she said, “Tell me all about it, Donald.”
     “I don’t want to worry you,” I said, reluctant to talk about what I had seen and heard on the way home.   
      The yellow cat was lying by the fire.  She looked up when she heard my voice, and came to sit by my chair.  I offered her a morsel of food, which she accepted daintily. 
     “I’ll worry more if you don’t tell me,” said Ethel. 
     “I think maybe something is wrong with my brain,” I said slowly.  “While I was walking home, I thought I saw a group of black cats carrying a stretcher with a dead cat on it.  Then I thought I heard the cats talking to me.  They asked me to tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy was dead.”
      The yellow cat leapt up onto the window sill.  “Polly Grundy is dead?” she cried.  “Then I am the Queen of the Witches!”
      She switched her tail and the window flew open with a bang.  The yellow cat leapt through it and disappeared into the night, never to return. 
      Ethel had to dump an entire bucket of water over my head to revive me from my faint. 
      ‘The good news,” she told me when I sat up, dripping and swearing because the water was ice cold, “is that you have nothing wrong with your brain.  The bad news is that our cat has just left us to become the Queen of the Witches.  We’ll have to get another cat.”
      “Oh no,” I said immediately.  “I’ve had enough of cats.”
     We got a dog. 

Excerpted from Spooky Southwest by S.E. Schlosser.

Comments

Hahaha! Nice story!

I love this one. Talking cats

haha! i like that one not as much scary as funny.

lol,i love this story,very good

LOL.
This is hilarious!

This was really cute. I really liked how the cat turned out to be a witch. How adorable

awesome story

HA HA THAT WAS VERY FUNNY!!! LOL!!!

cool

hahaha I loled at this. Was it ment to be scary??? :D

this is funny at the end

that story was not spookey at all

what is so scary?


HAHAHA now that was funny

its a funny story lol

its a funny story lol not that scary

funny but also scary

haha funny its a great story of kids

cool

lololololololololloolololololololololololol hahahahahaha

Not really scary but good story.

ha ha
i've had enough of cats...
we got a dog

hehe

I think my cat told me she was Aunt Kan. Lol

that was a very entertaining story. But I wont be getting a cat! Anyway im allergic to cat, so I wont be getting one!

Why cant anyone tell any PROPER ghost stories that are actually interesting.

hahahahahahahahahaha! i hope my cat wont do that! but maby her grandma was carying the dead cat.

That was an interesting story!Love it!

One Word: Dumb. JK! Loved it! (: <3

It's so funny with the talking cats and everything but there is nothing scary about it

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! :)

man this story is awesome

OK WIERD HAHAHAHA CATS RULE LOL

lololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololololol

funny

omg that was great!

i luved it talking cats my friendz liked it 2

awesome n spooky

Cuteness =)

so the yellow cat is aunt kan right? got facebook

love it

lol cute <3

LOL SO FUNNY I LOVED THIS ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nice one...

Wow.

Maybe my cat is a witch. That would explain alot.

I kinda expected the cat to be Aunt whatever the name was :)

I have had cats as pets and this story was entertaining becase of the talking cats.

O_o I have a black kitty named Luna...she's not evil tho :D but she is to our other cat catdog....(*☻-☻*)

loved it

Love it

That was adorable and creepy at the same time.The cats carrying a dead cat. I loved it.

Love it best i have seen

Hehe kitties don't talk..that sooo cute!!! Dogs are better anyways :)

that wuz not that good and i didnt get it

that story is so cute...and i really love cats too :D

one more thing a hellcat means a witch :D

its a nice story

i love it its rocks

ha!!

ha ha ha ha ha that was a really good story i personally loved it

lol I though the cat was going to kill the women and the man when there negihbor said get rid of the cat its a whitch.

luv it

COOL

i love cats, black cats are my favotite. this story is kinda intersting. did thay get a dog?.

loved it! <3 i wanna read more of this :D

I came home late one night after work and found my wife Ethel puttering about the kitchen with a big yellow cat at her heels.
“And who is this?” I asked jovially.
“This is our new cat,” said Ethel, giving me a hug and a kiss to welcome me home. “She just appeared at the kitchen door and wanted to come in. None of the neighbors know where she came from, so I guess she’s ours. It will be nice to have some company around the house.”
I bent down and scratched the yellow cat under the chin. She purred and stretched.
“Well, I think our income can stretch far enough to feed three,” I said.
My son had taken over my job at the mercantile and my wife and I were enjoying a leisurely old age. I liked to keep busy though, and so I spent a few hours every day cutting and hauling wood to be used at the mill.
I went out to milk the cow, and when I came back in, Ethel gave the cat some cream in a saucer.
We sat on the porch after dinner, and the cat sat with us.
“You are a very nice kitty,” I said to her. She purred loudly.
“Donald,” Ethel said. She sounded worried. I turned to look at her. “The neighbors acted rather oddly when I told them about the cat. They seemed to think she was a ghost or a witch of some sort, transformed into a cat. They told me to get rid of her.”
“A witch?” I asked, and laughed heartily. “Are you a witch, little cat?”
The cat yawned and stretched. Reluctantly, Ethel started to laugh with me. It seemed such a ludicrous notion. We sat watching the beautiful sunset, and then took ourselves to bed.
The cat quickly became an essential part of our household. She would purr us awake each morning, and would beg for cream when I brought in the morning’s milking. She followed Ethel around supervising her work during the day and would sit by the fire at night while we read aloud.
The days became shorter as autumn approached, and often I would work until nearly sunset, cutting and hauling wood. One night in October, I didn’t finish hauling my last load until dusk. As soon as I had piled the last log, I started down the road, hoping to get home before dark since I had not brought a lantern with me. I rounded a corner and saw a group of black cats standing in the middle of the road. They were nearly invisible in the growing dark.
As I drew nearer, I saw that they were carrying a stretcher between them. I stopped and rubbed my eyes. That was impossible. When I looked again, the stretcher was still there, and there was a little dead cat lying on it.
I was astonished. It must be a trick of the light, I thought. Then one of the cats called out, “Sir, please tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy is dead.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. I shook my head hard, not believing my ears. How ridiculous, I thought. Cats don’t talk.
I hurried past the little group, carefully looking the other way. I must be working too hard, I thought. But I couldn’t help wondering who Aunt Kan might be. And why did the cat want me to tell her Polly Grundy was dead? Was Polly Grundy the cat on the stretcher?
Suddenly, I was confronted by a small black cat. It was standing directly in front of me. I stopped and looked down at it. It looked back at me with large green eyes that seemed to glow in the fading light.
“I have a message for Aunt Kan,” the cat said. “Tell her that Polly Grundy is dead.”
The cat stalked passed me and went to join the other cats grouped around the stretcher.
I was completely nonplussed. This was getting very spooky. Talking cats and a dead Polly Grundy. And who was Aunt Kan? I hurried away as fast as I could walk. Around me, the woods were getting darker and darker. I did not want to stay in that wood with a group of talking cats. Not that I really believed the cats had spoken. It was all a strange, waking dream brought on by too much work.
Behind me, the cats gave a strange shriek and called out together: “Old man! Tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy is dead!”
I’d had enough. I sprinted for home as fast as I could go, and didn’t stop until I had reached the safety of my porch. I paused to catch my breath. I did not want to explain to Ethel that I was seeing and hearing impossible things. She would dose me with caster oil and call the doctor.
When I was sufficiently composed, I went into the house and tried to act normally. I should have known it wouldn’t work. Ethel and I had been married for thirty years, and she knew me inside and out. She didn’t say anything until after I’d finished the chores. Then she sat me down in front of the fire and brought me my supper. After I’d take a few bites and started to relax, she said, “Tell me all about it, Donald.”
“I don’t want to worry you,” I said, reluctant to talk about what I had seen and heard on the way home.
The yellow cat was lying by the fire. She looked up when she heard my voice, and came to sit by my chair. I offered her a morsel of food, which she accepted daintily.
“I’ll worry more if you don’t tell me,” said Ethel.
“I think maybe something is wrong with my brain,” I said slowly. “While I was walking home, I thought I saw a group of black cats carrying a stretcher with a dead cat on it. Then I thought I heard the cats talking to me. They asked me to tell Aunt Kan that Polly Grundy was dead.”
The yellow cat leapt up onto the window sill. “Polly Grundy is dead?” she cried. “Then I am the Queen of the Witches!”
She switched her tail and the window flew open with a bang. The yellow cat leapt through it and disappeared into the night, never to return.
Ethel had to dump an entire bucket of water over my head to revive me from my faint.
‘The good news,” she told me when I sat up, dripping and swearing because the water was ice cold, “is that you have nothing wrong with your brain. The bad news is that our cat has just left us to become the Queen of the Witches. We’ll have to get another cat.”
“Oh no,” I said immediately. “I’ve had enough of cats.”
We got a dog.

love the story, since my sight is getting bad I love to listen to some tell me the storie, love the way your sound telling the story

hahaa lol
i read something like this in a book,but only it said to tell tom tucker that tim tucker is dead.and when he told his wife,the cat leaped up and said that he was the king of cats.. lol

I have a little black kitten named Luna (after the cat in sailormoon) she is the sweetest and seems to think my little Chihuahua is her sister they always have to sleep snuggled together and before my mouse passed from old age she would groom it as if a mouse where a baby cat she is so gentle and sweet I wish she could talk like the Luna on t.v. Haha but I don't see why people fear black cats or cats in general they are so beautiful and loving and cats and dogs can get along quite well ... So I say why be iether A cat person or a fog person just love them both its more fun that way! That was a cool story but they never named their cat they just called it yellow cat who does that!? Haha

hahaha that was funny. hopefully when i get a cat that dosent happen

nice,I suppose

..............Okay...........

This is the best one I've read so far! I'd give it a 12/10. (Yes, 12.)

So funny i like scary storys best though

Liked this one...kept you interested( although I had suspicion all along who Aunt Kan was!

interesting story

I loved this story! I have 4 cats and 2 of them are black. Glad they don't talk I'd never get a word in. HaHa

that was scary? It was funny!

This proves that u hav to trust dogs better than cats! Who knows.............maybe all cats r witches!!

It Was A Great Story. I mean talking Cats. COOL!

Love this ending, I thought it was pretty good. I think that cats and dogs are like the same for me, I like cats [I have on!] I like dogs [I have a few dogs!] so, I don't really care; As long as I have great, well-trained [Sorry if I am bragging, I don't mean to.] cats and dogs! So I love both!

OMG I my grandma has a yellow cat!!! 00
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I don't get it. But it was good.

Hahaha!It was funny

"This means I am the queen of the witches!" Hahahaahahahaahaahaahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!! to funny

<3<3<3 ......... LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![x1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,0000.00

Who thinks these things up?HAHAHAHAHA it was funny!?! :)

was that horror? god, that was hilarious! and the wife says that the cat left them so calmly, its like she already knew!!!! but the story was so funny! LOL!

that was cute

haha! That's cuteee..! My names Emily, and I read this to my friend Kate just then! We love dogs, but cats are our favorites! I have 2 cats and Kate used to have one! Wished they talked! :-0 but we still wuv them xx oo :)))) ((((:

Funny toooo cute

i wish such freaky things happen around me and to me as well(%

i have two pet cats that must be bad XD and their both part black O .o

Lol i love the end

"Oh no ive had enough of cats"

We got a dog

Um I don't know what to say right now, cause that story was so freaking hilarious

Um so yeah you did not just hear me talking then.

I thought this was rather a cute story lol x

XD we got a dog.

M HAPPY FOR AUNT KAN.. :P
N IT WAS A SPOOKY STORY WITH TALKING CATS...

a nonreal story!
but awesome story!

I LOVE CATS so STOP making them look bad!!!!!!!!!!!!! sheesh

I think it was funny (laugh).

dude if i were that guy and i heard those cats i just would have calmly asked if they were going to kill me then be yea sure ill tell her but remind me again who that is? And then l0l about their cat shes like eff yah im the queen, IM OUT l0l! meow ;O

Wow, I just can't imagine talking cats - especially when they shrieked. The ending was quite funny though. "We got a dog."

I must remember to stay away from cats now

that was WEARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lol the movie picture of the yellow cat is adorable !

Awesome! lol. You can always trust dogs. <3

I love this story, i want black cat who can speak

love the ending!

Super story, but not a spooky one. But a very good story. Do post more stories like this.

all cats are idiots dogs rule insted lol hehehehehehe

That, my friend, was almost as funny as Hairy Toe. I almost peed myself reading that!! LOL!!

Who killed Polly Grundy? And why didn't Aunt Kan come back to visit? Bad kitty!

Nice! Here is the Original Version
ONE winter's evening the sexton's wife was sitting by the fireside with her big black cat, Old Tom, on the other side, both half asleep and waiting for the master to come home. They waited and they waited, but still he didn't come, till at last he came rushing in, calling out, 'Who's Tommy Tildrum?' in such a wild way that both his wife and his cat stared at him to know what was the matter.

'Why, what's the matter?' said his wife, 'and why do you want to know who Tommy Tildrum is?'

'Oh, I've had such an adventure. I was digging away at old Mr Fordyce's grave when I suppose I must have dropped asleep, and only woke up by hearing a cat's Miaou.'

'Miaou!' said Old Tom in answer.

'Yes, just like that! So I looked over the edge of the grave, and what do you think I saw?'

'Now, how can I tell?' said the sexton's wife.

'Why, nine black cats all like our friend Tom here, all with a white spot on their chestesses. And what do you think they were carrying? Why, a small coffin covered with a black velvet pall, and on the pall was a small coronet all of gold, and at every third step they took they cried all together, Miaou -- '

'Miaou!' said Old Tom again.

'Yes, just like that!' said the sexton; 'and as they came nearer and nearer to me I could see them more distinctly; because their eyes shone out with a sort of green light. Well, they all came towards me, eight of them carrying the coffin, and the biggest cat of all walking in front for all the world like -- but look at our Tom, how he's looking at me. You'd think he knew all I was saying.'

'Go on, go on,' said his wife; 'never mind Old Tom.'

'Well, as I was a-saying, they came towards me slowly and solemnly, and at every third step crying all together, Miaou --'

'Miaou!' said Old Tom again.

'Yes, just like that, till they came and stood right opposite Mr Fordyce's grave, where I was, when they all stood still and looked straight at me. I did feel queer, that I did! But look at Old Tom; he's looking at me just like they did.'

'Go on, go on,' said his wife; 'never mind Old Tom.'

'Where was I? Oh, they stood still looking at me, when the one that wasn't carrying the coffin came forward and, staring straight at me, said to me -- yes, I tell 'ee, said to me, with a squeaky voice, "Tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toidrum's dead," and that's why I asked you if you knew who Tom Tildrum was, for how can I tell Tom Tildrum Tim Toldrum's dead if I don't know who Tom Tildrum is?'

'Look at Old Tom, look at Old Tom!' screamed his wife.

And well he might look, for Tom was swelling and Tom was staring, and at last Tom shrieked out, 'What -- old Tom dead! then I'm the King o' the Cats!' and rushed up the chimney and was nevermore seen.


uh that was a good story but i dont get why it would be a SCARY story but i did think it was funny and awesome :) i <3 CATS

why wasnt the old moman frightnened that the cat said she was queen of the whitches! i would scream! wth!

Cats are not 'evil' entities as much as they are dogs. They may ocasionally be malicious, but they harbor no ghosts, witches, nor do they have nine lives or always land on their feet. These are just weird fables that surround them, and is part of the reason why Donald chose the polar oppisite of the cat, the dog.

What a great story, it was spooky and funnny.

I Was like: Aye?? a talking cats!? -.- ;P But that was funny and Harlious

I shall find that cat, become her 2nd in command and we shall rule in anchovies.

The ending was really funny!!!!!,

haha! iLikeit! :D

oommgg i like this story but it did frek me out !!

Omg i have a orange cat her name is kit kat we just got her! Is she a witch?

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