Shadow Cat - Horror Short

It is said Gendry Jackson made a deal with an evil much older than books of faith or myth to become the stygian beast. Whether life-long cruelties were the catalyst or the resonant evil of his own being, no one knows for sure. If he was seen at all, being one beyond the notice of most, it was in the company of Felidae. For it was only in these he found comfort or kindness. Ergo, ‘twas fitting the figure of his transformation should only be seen in the last moments by those who had been chosen as prey.

There, on shadowy scapes of nocturne, one is chilled by the shrill pitches of terror, knowing authorities will scoop up sparse remaining crimson shreds from the streets on the morrow. And should you wander down the main road in the City of Salt during the crest of the moon; you may be unfortunate to hear the guttural growl like the rumble of a freight train, peer into amber glowing eyes, and feel obsidian daggers pluck the discordant notes from your flesh.