Gothic Short Stories

A small bobtail cat padded down a grassy hill to a small stream of water. She leaned down and lapped up the water, drawing it into her mouth with her pink tongue. She paused as she saw something over the horizon, sat up, and watched curiously as a dense fog began to creep over the hill. Intrigued she stands up and watches it intently as it gets closer and closer. She pads towards it to get a better view of it when suddenly parts of the vision she had days earlier flashed before her eyes. She remains calm, but there is a renewed sense of worry in her eyes. She turns around and begins to pad away, but pauses before continuing walking. The bobtail looks over her shoulder at the darkness. She turns her head away from it, pads forward, and doesn't look back. There is a slight look of concern on her face, but the bobtail keeps walking like she was not at all fazed by what she had seen in the vision.

She paused for a moment and her ears went back as the ground begin to shake beneath her. She nearly fell trying to get away from the moving ground beneath her, but as quick as it began, it stopped. The cat stared intently at the ground, the stillness of the air and the silence was eerie to her after the ground shook, and she was suspicious of it. Suddenly breaking through the silence sprouted seeds broke through the dirt and were growing at an alarming rate. The seedlings grew into sapling trees and as the saplings filled the area the forest began to take