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Where Is My Cat?

Episode 5: The Unraveling

By Ahmad Hafidz Muzzakky (Hafidz)Published about a month ago 4 min read


The atmosphere in the sheriff’s office was tense. Sheriff Mitchell, Deputy Lane, and Dr. Hargrove huddled around the desk, examining the footage of the Shadow Beast. The grainy image of the creature moving through the trees replayed over and over.

"We need to find a way to stop it before it does any more harm," Sheriff Mitchell said, rubbing his temples.

Dr. Hargrove nodded. "The symbols on the altar suggest a way to banish the beast, but it requires a specific ritual. We’ll need to find the cult’s ancient texts."

"Where do we even start looking for those?" Deputy Lane asked.

"There's a library in the next town with an extensive collection of old manuscripts. I’ll head there immediately," Dr. Hargrove replied, determination in his eyes.


Sarah, John, and Tommy walked through the town square, where the townsfolk gathered in small, anxious groups. Missing cat posters fluttered in the breeze, and whispers of fear spread like wildfire.

Emily and her friends approached Sarah. "Mrs. Parker, is it true they found something in the woods?" Emily asked, her voice a mix of fear and excitement.

"Yes, but we need to stay calm and let the Sheriff handle it," Sarah replied, trying to maintain a steady voice.


Dr. Hargrove arrived at the old library, its ancient architecture looming over him. He made his way inside, where the librarian, an elderly woman with sharp eyes, greeted him.

"How can I assist you, Dr. Hargrove?" she asked.

"I’m looking for texts related to the Shadow Beast and the cult that worshipped it," he said, urgency in his voice.

The librarian’s eyes widened. "Follow me. We have a restricted section that might have what you need."


Sarah, John, and Tommy sat together, discussing the latest developments. The tension in the room was palpable.

"What if Dr. Hargrove can’t find the texts?" Tommy asked, his voice small and fearful.

"We have to believe he will," Sarah said firmly. "We can’t lose hope."


Dr. Hargrove emerged from the library, clutching a dusty old book. He quickly got into his car and headed back to Whiskerville, the weight of his discovery pressing on him.


Sheriff Mitchell and Deputy Lane were reviewing the camera footage again when Dr. Hargrove burst in, holding the book triumphantly.

"I found it! The ritual to banish the Shadow Beast is in here," he exclaimed, opening the book to a page filled with intricate drawings and instructions.

"What do we need to do?" Sheriff Mitchell asked, leaning in to read the ancient text.

"We need to perform the ritual at the altar. It requires certain herbs, symbols drawn in a specific way, and... a sacrifice," Dr. Hargrove said, his voice dropping at the last word.

"A sacrifice? What kind?" Deputy Lane asked, eyes wide with shock.

"It doesn’t specify, but it must be something precious. The cult believed that only by offering something valuable could they banish the beast," Dr. Hargrove replied grimly.


Sheriff Mitchell, Deputy Lane, and Dr. Hargrove gathered at the altar, the ancient book open before them. They had collected the necessary herbs and drawn the symbols. The townsfolk watched from a safe distance, their faces pale with fear.

"We’re ready," Dr. Hargrove said, lighting the herbs. The smoke rose, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"What about the sacrifice?" Sheriff Mitchell asked, glancing nervously around.

"We need to decide now," Dr. Hargrove said, his eyes serious.

A figure stepped forward from the crowd. It was Mrs. Johnson, holding Whiskers’ old collar in her hand.

"I’ll do it," she said, her voice trembling but resolute. "Whiskers was precious to me. If this can save our town, I’ll offer his memory."

Tears filled the eyes of the townsfolk as Mrs. Johnson placed the collar on the altar. Dr. Hargrove chanted the ancient words, the symbols glowing faintly in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a deafening roar echoed through the woods. The ground trembled as the Shadow Beast appeared, its eyes glowing with fury.

"Hold the line!" Sheriff Mitchell shouted, brandishing his flashlight.

The ritual’s smoke enveloped the beast, causing it to thrash violently. The symbols glowed brighter, and the beast let out a final, ear-piercing roar before vanishing into thin air.


Sarah, John, and Tommy sat in stunned silence, the weight of what had happened sinking in.

"Is it over?" Tommy asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Sarah nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I think it is, Tommy. I think it is."


As dawn broke, the townsfolk gathered in the square, exhaustion and relief mixing in their expressions. Sheriff Mitchell and Dr. Hargrove stood before them, explaining the events of the night.

"The Shadow Beast is gone, thanks to Mrs. Johnson’s bravery and the ancient ritual," Dr. Hargrove announced.

"Thank you, everyone, for your courage and unity. We made it through this together," Sheriff Mitchell added.

Mrs. Johnson, tears of relief in her eyes, was surrounded by grateful townsfolk. The town of Whiskerville had faced the darkness and emerged stronger.




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  • Andrea Corwin about a month ago

    I am so glad it was just the cat's collar that was sacrificed! We are not sure that the creature took the cats though....great job!

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