I tugged at the wardrobe and stepped back in anticipation. 15 long years had expired since I last opened that wardrobe.
As it slowly screeched open, I expected a whiff of stench, for it was here that I had dumped her body after driving the knife through.
Darkness blinded my eyes and something familiar leapt at me.
I uttered a horrified cry as the skeletal cat dug at my chest, took a flight and disappeared out of the window.
She was alive, after all. Or was she not?