The Bucket

It's still 3:00 in the morning when I woke up by the sound of something scraping the floor. The sound is from the room next to mine. The silent night seems to maximize the sound and the dark ambiance slowly bring the fear in me.

My curiosity grows as the sound intensifies. I am alone in this house, where does the sound came from?

I quickly went to the said room and the scraping came to halt. There I found a bucket placed upside down. I slowly approach the thing, just a few inches more when the bucket moves away from me!

I was frozen in place, my breathing becomes rigid but I need to get out of here as fast as I can! I slowly back away from the thing, keeping my guard up.

When I can feel the door at my back I hurriedly push it open but it doesn't even bulge a bit! I am still pushing the door when I noticed the bucket getting nearer and nearer from me. Scraping the floor in the process, the noise it makes scare me even more.

As the bucket inch closer to me I can feel my hands getting clammy and cold sweats formed all over my face. I already lose hope and just wait for my life to be taken away. By the moving bucket. How funny it would be.

" Meow."

I was startled when the odd noise resounds. A cat?

" Meow."

I listen intently at the meows and found that it is from the bucket. All of the scared feelings I got disappears when realization hits me. Maybe it's just a cat trapped in the bucket! I lifted the bucket feeling brave all of a sudden.

But my attention turns to the low purring at my side, the cat's rubbing its cheeks at me. If the cat is here then what's inside the bucket?

I just wish that I didn't open the bucket, but it's too late now. It's too late.

As I drift into a deep sleep, I took one last glance at my detached twitching body pooling with blood.