At first, Chloe didn’t think much of it.
Her cat, Milo, had always enjoyed sitting by the living room window, lazily watching the birds flutter by. But lately, something had changed. Milo wasn’t just watching anymore—he was fixated.
Every night, without fail, he would perch at the same spot, his tail flicking anxiously, eyes wide, ears twitching. Frozen. Alert. Sometimes he’d even let out a low, uneasy growl—something Chloe had never heard him do before.
She brushed it off. “Probably just squirrels,” she thought.
But then it got worse.
One night, Chloe was jolted awake by frantic scratching at her bedroom door. She rushed downstairs, and there was Milo—his claws raking at the window frame. His pupils were dilated, his fur bristled, and he was making a strange, guttural sound she didn’t recognize.
Her heart pounded. Something was definitely out there.
With trembling hands, she slowly pulled back the curtain.
At first, she saw nothing—just the moonlit yard and the faint outline of the trees. But then, two glowing eyes appeared from the darkness. Unblinking. Piercing. Too high off the ground to be a cat or fox.
Her breath caught in her throat. The eyes blinked once, then slowly stepped forward into the light.
It wasn’t a stray animal. It was something far more terrifying.
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