"Mitchell", the Childhood Nightmare
Age: Somewhere from 4 to 7.
I was in a rented house we stayed in for a week for a family vacation. The house was on Lake Gaston in North Carolina; I had always loved the house, and still do, even if I haven't been there in years. I was walking down the hallway and into the room my brother, cousins, and I had been using. There were a few bunk beds in the room.
I sat down to tie my shoe. As I looked up, I saw a pair of eyes glowing at me from under one of the bunk beds; basically the cliché nightmare. I was frightened and turned to run out the door, but as I turned, my arm swung and hit whatever was under the bed. It was a cat, and I had smacked the eyes out of its head. It was a green cylinder with a black dot on each end; that was what I imagined the cat's eyes were for some reason. I ran back down the hall, not screaming, but rushed.
The last thing I remember is being driven away in the family minivan. As I looked back on the house while we were driving away, I saw the cat sitting atop the chimney of the house, glaring at me through a pair of empty sockets.
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