“I’m not coming to bed yet, the cat is still asleep on my lap” she called upstairs.

As the clock struck midnight, Samantha sat alone in the living room, petting what she believed to be her beloved cat, Mr. Whiskers. The only light in the room came from a single flickering candle, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, and Samantha felt a cold chill run down her spine. She realized that the weight on her lap was no longer the soft fur of her cat, but something else entirely.

Panic set in as she looked down to see a pair of glowing green eyes staring up at her. Samantha tried to push the creature off her lap, but it refused to budge.

In a trembling voice, she called out to her husband upstairs, but he didn’t answer. She was alone with the mysterious creature and it was getting angrier. It started to hiss and spit, revealing razor-sharp fangs.

Samantha’s heart raced as she realized that this was no ordinary animal. Then what the hell am I petting here in the dark? she thought.

As the creature lunged towards her, Samantha screamed in terror. But it was too late. She was already in its grasp, and it was hungry for blood.