Prologue
"Dad! Dad! Tell me a bedtime story!" A nine-year-old boy said enthusiastically to his father.
"Alright, Peter," Peter's father, whose name is Arthur said.
When Arthur said this Peter went to his bed and got in. Arthur approached Peter's bed and sat on the edge.
"Now Peter, this story I'm about to tell you is a bit scary alright?"
Peter nodded his head enthusiastically, excited to hear this so-called 'scary' story, knowing that when Arthur tells scary stories they're, well, really bad.
"So, this story is about a little boy and this boy he was about your age. He was the very curious soul and loved to explore the world around him. One day the boy heard this story about a pure black cat with, white eyes."
"W-white eyes? That's scary!" Peter said a bit surprised at this since Arthur is normally bad at telling scary stories.
"Yes it is scary, but I did warn you it would be. Anyways, it's said that if you find this cat, it will give you the ability to see ghosts. Everyone who's ever heard this story thinks it's fake. They think this because of two reasons: 1. They believed that a pure black cat with white eyes would be associated with the devil, and 2. they believed that if anyone was to find this cat, they would capture it and, make a profit on selling the cats ability. Now the Boy did not believe in what the others told him, he believed that the cat existed and didn't show up because no one truly looked for it. So then the boy took off on an adventure to find the cat. He looked throughout all of London for the cat.
On his adventure, the Boy was given a lot of disapproving comments from other people like: 'The cat doesn't exist ', 'You're a satanist if you think this cat exists!', 'give up already, it clearly doesn't exist', 'The cat is obviously associated with the devil! You'll go to hell if you look for it!' and, 'you're crazy and gullible if you think such a cat exists'. Despite these comments, the boy still didn't give up in his search.
The boy's quest to find the cat was soon coming to an end because the Boy was soon on the outskirts of London. You see Peter since the Boy was on the outskirts of London, he was beginning to lose hope of finding the cat. He was beginning to lose hope because, he looked throughout all of London and didn't find anything but, he still kept searching because of this one thought he had, 'Maybe the cat is in the outskirts of London because it doesn't like to found.' With this thought in mind, it was his only determination to find the cat so, he continued to look on the outskirts of London.
Eventually, the boy came across an old, run-down, abandoned house. The house looked like something from a horror movie. Now, you must be thinking that there would be a lot of houses like this in London. You're right but, this house in particularly peaked the boy's attention because, unlike all the other houses, there was this strange vibe coming from the house. Curious to see what was inside the house he walked up the door, and went inside.
The inside wasn't very special, it looked like any other abandoned house. There also wasn't very much light since the windows were barricaded. Luckily, the Boy came prepared and brought a flashlight. He took the flashlight out from the backpack he brought along. He turned it on and saw that he entered the house in what appeared to be a living room. He looked around the room and saw a small figure move around on a ruined couch."
"The walked up to the couch and you know what he saw Peter?"
"It's the cat!"
That's right Peter the Boy saw the cat he was searching for. When he saw it was the cat his eyes lightened up with excitement and happiness. In the peak of his happiness and excitement the Boy said, "You are real! I knew it! I was right! Everyone said you didn't exist but I was right!" What happened next the Boy did not expect to happen at all."
Peter started to fall asleep.
"Yes, I am real and you are right." The Boy didn't expect the cat to speak, since well it's a cat, but when it did the Boy was very surprised. Once he realized it was the cat who spoke he said slightly scared,
"Y-you can talk! How is that possible?"
The sleep in Peter suddenly disappeared when he heard this part of the story.
"The cat ignored the boy's question and continued to speak,
"You still looked for me despite everyone who told you to quit."
"H-how did you know that?" This time the cat answered his question,
"I've been watching you." The cat said in the creepiest way, it's white eyes staring at the boy."
"W-what?"
"Yes I've been watching you and you are right, I only show up to those who truly believe in me, look for me and have no intentions of harming or capturing me."
Sleep started to overcome Peter again.
"So, like me?"
"Yes like you."
Peters' eyes started to feel droopy.
"S-so, you're going to give me the ability?" The boy said a bit scared of the cat now.
"Yes I am"
Sleep overcame Peter but, before he fell asleep he had this single thought, 'I will find the cat tomorrow.'
Arthur noticed that Peter fell asleep, so he stopped telling the story and tucked Peter in. He then got up and turned the light off in Peter's room and stepped of Peter's room into his own but, not without shutting the door as he left.
What Peter didn't know is that Arthur left out a very important detail to his story, one that will become important later.
A/N: Do you like it? If this prologue gets popular I'll continue the story. Hope you enjoyed it! Bye!