The landlord was a creepy single man. By creepy I mean he had a huge crush on my mom or at least that what I told myself. He was always trying to talk to her or my dad. I remember this one time my dad was away on work business back in New York and the landlord came over to our door to give us two movies.

He claimed that they were really good movies and he wanted to share with us. Creepy dude, but we took the movies, however we never watch them. I wasn’t allowed to watch anything that was horror, scary or creepy. A rule my mom made because I was a shit-starter kid. So, she never let me get ideas. Nightmares, were also a part in that too.

Ever since I was toddler, I have suffered from horrible nightmares. It got to the point that by the time I was in elementary school, the dream no long scared me. I mean they still bothered me, but I was just so use to them that it became normal to me to have them.  I chalked them up to my anxiety.

During this time at the house I was in fourth grade and we would stay here until the beginning of sixth grade. After that we moved back to New York, due to my dad’s job.

Anyways, once I got into the fourth, I began to get myself up and ready for school. My parents worked late nights, or earlier mornings. This certain morning both of my parents were still in bed, sound asleep. I know this because they kept their bedroom door open and the door was in line of the bathroom. Their bed was right in the middle of the room, so you could see them from the bathroom door.

I tried the light, but it flickered. I waited a couple more seconds before turning it off, and closing the door. Luckily, the window in the bathroom had enough light to see. I had just placed toothpaste on my toothbrush when I heard footsteps outside the door. Then followed by a cat meow. The steps got louder, so I called out for my dad, thinking if anyone was up it was him.

My dad never answered, but now both cats were meowing up a storm. I figured my dad was trying to scare me. I was a rather jumpy kid, so scaring me was fun, and it was something my dad and I did to each other.

With my toothbrush still in my mouth, I walked over to the door to see what was going on, only to see our two cats standing in kind of a circle in front of the door, looking away from the door. I looked on each side of me before looking into my parent’s room only to see that they were still sound asleep.

I remember saying “that was weird” before going back into the room to get get, but this time I left the door open. Both cat’s stayed in front of the door, until I went back to my room.