This year's Jack o' Lanterns. Mine's on the right and Mom's on the left.
One night when Mom and I were sitting on the front porch looking at the stars and the scenery at night we started talking and somehow ended up telling scary stories we had heard. One of the ones Mom told was The legend of Cat Woman.
When she was a teenager a friend of hers told her about what happened to her sister and her sister's boyfriend one night.
It was late, but neither one of them really felt like calling it a night. Thinking of spending a little alone time before he dropped her off the boyfriend pulled into a little dirt track within a thick stand of trees. No one would surprise them there he knew; hardly anyone went to Tombson's Bottom during the day and no one ever went there after dark.
"What are you doing?" Her sister had screamed.
Her date stopped the car. "Aw, your not afraid of that stupid story are you?"
"But..."
"Come on. It's just a something they say to scare kids. You're not really afraid of Cat Woman."
She forced a laugh. "No, I was kidding."
He shoved the gearshift out of park. "Good." He grinned and dove a little farther down the trail. The girl nervously watched out the windows as the headlights cast strange shifting shadows amongst the trees. Once she thought she saw a pair of eyes glowing in the underbrush, but it was only for a moment. An old can someone had dropped, She told herself. Her boyfriend finally stopped and killed the engine, plunging the couple into darkness. "There. This should be far enough." He grinned. "You're not still scared are you?" He asked leaning towards her. Somewhere near by a cat screamed. Very near. The girl jumped. The boy laughed, "Just a cat fight. They always sound closer than they are."
THUNK. A dent appeared on the roof. "What the heck?" The boyfriend demanded reaching for the door handle.
"Don't go out there!" The girl screamed as a loud shriek like metal scraping metal sounded from the roof. A cat's yawl echoed from the top of the car.
The car shook as if something had jumped from the roof onto the hood. More yawls and scratching.
"It's her!"
The sounds moved to the driver's side of the car. The boyfriend swore when the engine didn't turn over immediately. The sounds moved to passenger side. "Start the car!" Something smacked the window by her head.
"I'm trying." The engine started and he backed out of the trail.
The next day he saw that the car was covered in scratches, long black hairs, and muddy prints. Most were too smeared to make out, but one on the passenger side window looked like a woman's hand with five long claws.
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