What I will be relating to you really happened. I don’t think that you will believe this mad story. I must be a lunatic that I would be thinking suck a think. Not even I can believe it. But tomorrow I die so today I will confess my soul.
When I was younger I was very supple and affable. I was famous for my tenderness and very often I became the target of ridicule. In particular I loved animal and for my parent didn’t be a problem this my pleasure realize. The time I spent with them needs no explaining because if you have never loved an animal, you wont understand how I feel. At every view of this mute face evocation in human felling of blessing, love and it becomes at one of my main reasons for living.
I married and I was very happy that my wife toke concern same love for animal as me. We had birds,fish,rabbits,beautiful dog and a black tom cat.
This tom cat was especially big and beautiful. He was all black and so clever. When we talked about his ability my wife, who believed in suppression, was afraid to say that all black cats were elf-struck witches. Of course, she never really believed any of it. I wrote it now only because I remembered it.
Floyd-that is the tomcat’s named, was my favorite pet and friend. I took him food and where I was going he went behind me. And even I couldn’t baulk him, so that he didn’t go behind me in the street.
Our friendship lasted a few years, but during this times my character changed. Although I feel ashamed of this but I must say that my tender character was becaming worse. From day to day I was awkward, fidgety and inconsiderate. I don’t know if that was due to growed old, but slowly my sagging distemper became verity.
To my wife I toke libertics and I spoke with her roughly. My pets of course felt change in my character too. Not only did neglected them, but I treated them unfairly. But for Floyd I would still treat the same way that I didn’t mistreat him, like I mistreated the rabbits nay also the dog, when they chanced to break in my way. But finally also Floyd which grew old and he was therefore a little bit grumpy, he felt after-effect of my crabbedness.
When I came round once at night considerably drunk, I was convinced that the tomcat kept away from me expressly. So I grabed him and he through fear thought I would hurt him. Bit me easylike. It directly fille me with devilish anger. In an instant I didn’t know what I was doing. My right early soul as if she out away now actuary my body alcohol. I took out from my pocket a knifepoint him that I grabbed the deplorable animal and in cold blood I cut out his eye from his socket. I’m really ashamed and can hardly bear my distasteful self while I write.
When I woke up in the morning and realized what I did the night before, I felt a half horror, and qualms of conscience. But that was vague and equivocal. I think, that didn’t check my soul. For a long time, I forgot about my anger and tomcat solaced slowly.
Expect for this appalling eye, the animal didn’t labor. He stayed home like before, but before me he fled. It was me of a little bit tenderness. At first I was saddened the critter who at one time liked me, now fostered to me such antipathy.
But this feeling changed when I became excited. I couldn’t stand the tomcat. Anyone view of him elicited anger in me.
The same day, when I did this iniquity I was awaked at night by a cry of, ”fire”. The drapes of my bed were a flame. All my house burnt. My wife, slaves and I escaped from the fire by an ace. The fire consumed all of my property and since then I failed to despair.
After the fire I went to look at my house or at the least, what there was left. All walls had collapsed. Expect for one. That exception was a thin wall in the middle of the house. On this wall was my bed’s headboard. An impression stood on the wall as if it was a fresh coat of paint. Around this wall was a crowd of people and many of them cried words suck as “bizarre” or, “one and only”. I gathered round and on the white area I saw a semblance of a giant cat. The animal had around its neck, a cord.
When I saw the apparition, I stood aghast. But after I considered, I felt respite. I had hung the tomcat, if I remembered in a neighboring garden. As soon as the alarm for therefore went out somebody had to have cut down the tomcat and cast it into the fire. And this sacrifice of my sin together with this grim feature fell to the ground into a soppy mortar. But I couldn’t abide this catty ghost for my few months.
Soon these after, I once again began to feel, and even I missed him. Then one night, I looked back and found an animal that resembling him. The resemblance was incredible…big black cat, but in contrast to Floyd, who was all black, this tomcat had a stain across his chest. The tomcat took a liking to me so I took him home.
My wife was enthusiastic and immediately she took a liking to him. I was surprised, because for a few days, I found that the tomcat resisted me. Even I started to hate him. In particular, on the morning that I found him, that he didn’t have one eye like as a Floyd.
I started devise how I could dispose of him. But no matter how much I hated him, he loved me so much. Then even I started to avoid him. But something prevented me from killing him- an inexplicable fear, which I felt when I remembered what a gruesome act that I committed to Floyd.
In addition, my wife started warning me, about this white stain, which changed to definite form. The stain resembled a CRUCIFIX. The divine sign, crucifix. It started to horrify me. I felt, that the tomcat would torment, gradual annihilate me.
For a few weeks I didn’t hit him. I didn’t make ill use of him. But after I had moved, he gave a jump to me and dirtily he toadied to me. As soon as I wanted arise he broke in my legs, that I as good as come off or he gave a jump on my breast. In this moments I wanted to kill him with a slow, but I still controlled myself. But one day he didn’t leave me, and at night I woke up from a frighteningly grim and ghostly dreams.
In this agony I was lost to anything good in my soul. Now I thought only about evil, and it never left me. My actual fear, flourished and grew a hated all things, of the world! My storm of anger was often directed towards, a now I am ashamed of this my beloved, doting wife.
One time she went with me to get something from the cellar. The tomcat, jumped in my way on the stairs, and I dropped, my package. It angered me so much, that I took up a grub-axe. I wanted to kill the animal. And if the hit had landed, sure it was to be a deathblow. But my hand was arrested by my wife. I was so devilishly upset, that I pulled at her hands and then I knocked the grub-axe, to her brain. On the spot, she dropped to the ground.
Barely had I committed this heinous murder that I began to resolve, where I would hide the body. I knew that at night or during the day I couldn’t remove the body. I stroked thought so many ideas. Bury the body at the well cut the body into pieces. But finally I choose, to bury the body at my well. The walls were already built and an optimal place for a body. I did dispensed only a few bricks, built the body on the escape and I replaced the bricks. I refinished it so it would look like the rest. I was very happy, that I did it so good. Now I had only to catch the bugger, which caused all this. But the tomcat was so goosy, that he didn’t come. When I called- how frustrating!!!
After a few days the tomcat was undiscovered. In the mean time, the police visited my house and did a search, but they found nothing. The fourth day after the murder the police came again. They searched the house, again. I was so happy. I wanted to persuade the police about my innocence. “Sirs, I’m so happy, that you aren’t accusing me. This house is built very good.” In an effort to say some thing airy, I didn’t know what I said.
“These walls (I tapped on the wall where my wife was entombed.) are well-built.”
At this time, was sounded a calm sob, which was to escalate to an appalling scream. I went, in the horror of it, to the opposite wall. The police upstairs jumped at the sound subsequently, the police demolished the wall. What appeared before them was, the carcass of my wife in a state of acidic decomposition. On her head sat the tomcat.
I had entombed him with my wife in her sepulcher.
5. duben 2008