a young woman came up to me . She was dressed in a nurses uniform. For a split second I thought she was a kissagram, crazy I know, but isnt it funny how our minds work.Anyway, she looked at me like she knew me. She smiled and asked if I had come to deliver or collect. I thought deliver or collect what? Then it dawned on me.. the cats. Of course I havent told you yet. In the front room of the house was a settee, an arm chair, a table and other bits of furniture which I couldnt make out. Sloped all over the furniture were about 500 dead cats.Least I thought they were dead. Some of them had limbs missing, some were really skinny with fur missing, others had their eyes hanging out. Strange as it may seem, there was no blood and no deathly smells as one would expect at such an horrendous scene. All the people that were there were talking to eachother. They seemed to be speaking English, but I couldnt mame out what they were saying. They appeared to be picking up various cats and putting them down again. The room was pretty dark, the light was on, for what good it was doing..probably about a 10 watt light bulb..if there is such a thing.
The kissagram repeated herself. I looked at her straight in the eye, searching for a clue to this insane place I was in and I asked her 'What the hell is going on here, what is this place, have I entered a fu***** mad house'? She looked straight past me. I turned to see what she was looking at. There, standing on the stairs in the hall was that woman again. She opened her hand revealing something that looked familiar. It was that object..the one were.. the one I saw near the church yard..Now I was falling, everything was fading away...No, there it was again. ...that feeling
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