As a child I was very fond of animals. Once I got married my wife and I wasted no time procuring the finest breeds. My personal favorite was a fine black cat named Pluto.
I sadly started to drink and to that I was addicted. I started to act out, abusing my pets as well as my wife. Pluto was starting to resent me and so out of my rage I cut out his eye
Why are we still here, just to suffer. Every night My eye, my neck, my fingers.
i began to fell a great guilt burdening me into a deep regret. the wound healed and Pluto began to feel normal. However I was pushed to the decision to put the cat out of it's misery simply because t was the wrong thing to do.
I was still very addicted to alcohal and to my surprise a fine black cat awaited me at the bar. It resembled Pluto in every way except this cat had a white splotch in the breast region.
Within the Wall.
This cat was very unusual. It accompanied wherever I went, it would follow me outside into the cellar. on a household errand to cellar with my wife, the cat came too. The little beast tried to fling me down the stairs so as you can imagine in my anger I took an atempedted to land a blow on the anima but my wife caught lt and I inflicted the blow to her skull.
I later proceeded to hide the body inside of our walls. The police came 4 days after the murder and inspected the house. They found nothing as i knew, so in my moment of arrogence I tapped the wll in which my wife lay and the sounds of hell were released. The police found the body for the demonic noises were from the cat inside the tomb.