The Hateful Cat

By SLADE HORNET

Warning:

(*Extreme Horror/Demonic Possession)

 

 

 

The scariest book of the year…..starts with our introduction to the serene home of Susan Biden and her twelve year old daughter Rachel….and the defilement of that home by a truly sinister and mysterious being, The Hateful Cat.

Similar to the demonic children in "The Exorcist" and "The Omen"….Dagger Eyes is no ordinary cat.

Possessing extraordinary physical strength, he has brutally murdered a Pit Bull and is adept at hypnotizing both humans and other animals. Suffering lsd-like psychedelic effects he is not just your garden variety black cat….he's a being with a tortured past, nightmarish memories and a thirst for revenge so toxic he will literally use your mouth for his cat litter box. This is not a cute little cat story….it's very intense...very scary. 

 

Belle Carver (the protagonist in Slade Hornet's terrifying lsd-ego Death masterpiece of horror "Behemoth: The Book Reader") makes a dramatic guest appearance in this book as well as the decrepit Nun Sister Mary Noble, a recurring "Slave of Satan" who appears in many of Slade Hornet's novels. We don't want to give away too much. But if you're familiar with the house on Daniel Road in Massapequa and the infamous occult scene on Long Island, NY...you know what dark themes to expect. A story of nail-biting suspense and stupendous horror on the same level as "The Exorcist", "Pet Cemetery", "Beyond the Door" and "Evil Dead". You won't be bored reading Slade Hornet's "The Hateful Cat."

It's definitely not for children.

 

 

 

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Also by Slade Hornet:

 

 

 

"The Eyes of Sweet Laura"

 

 

 

"Behemoth the Book Reader"

 

 

 

"An Evil Mother"

 

 

 

"Splintered: The Original Obsession"

 

 

 

"Pit Bull Serial Killer"

 

 

 

"Louie the Vampire"

 

 

 

"Scary Pee"

 

 

"The Blood Drinkers"

 

 

 

Please follow Slade Hornet on Twitter: @Mr_SladeHornet

 

 

 

Email Slade Hornet: [e-mail]

 

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Red Avon Publishing
• Release date: Mar 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393450719

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Hunger

Belle

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Cross Heavy

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Demon Cat

CHAPTER 1

Robin Park/Northport, Long Island

January, 2019

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"People say cat training is difficult. But it’s not. Mine had me trained in forty-eight hours!’"

Ha, ha! A funny quip Giant Lady Susan often told friends while quoting cat expert Laurel Coons. But Ginger-Snow wasn’t able to laugh. Whiskers bristling, her demure furry little face hardened with worry. Ginger-Snow was Susan Biden’s huge fluffy white cat. She had been there much longer than the other cats. Thus her urine was everywhere –to mark her territory. And it was precisely because of territory that Ginger-Snow’s life was suddenly now in such grave danger. Her warm bloody innards were being sniffed from across the room by another cat. The tight pucker of her anus drew inward from the stress and fear of it. The white cat knew instinctively what danger they were all in. Satanic ritual was not a normal vibe for this house or these people. The smell of LSD was not something Ginger-Cat had ever been exposed to. Yet the black cat purred like a church organ. Bat-wing shadows hung like day-glow strokes of slowly leaking sorrow paw-painting the awnings of Susan Biden’s duplex. The black cat closed its eyes. But even with eyes closed, cats can’t see darkness. They see in other rooms, they see outdoors, they see innards...lungs exhaling, bowels moving, hearts pumping blood, nostril hair catching pathogens, ear wax itching. Freezing cold air swept over the floor. Gray Bonnet, Susan’s gorgeously groomed Russian Blue cat, jumped on the couch and nested in the lap of one of Susan’s laughing guests. Gray Bonnet closed her eyes. She saw brain cancer in the head of the laughing guest. The man swallowed a stack of Pringles, he gulped wine. But when he closed his human eyes all he saw was darkness. The white cat Ginger-Snow closed her eyes too. She was very afraid. She felt vulnerable like a kitten again. Her tiny heart stopped beating correctly. The black cat was becoming far too comfortable in this house. Church organ comfortable. With eyes closed, Ginger Cat and Gray Bonnet could both hear the drone of the funeral march. The screeching organ as fresh bodies were carried over the pentagram in the morgue of the church basement and lain in coffins. The blue boy in the coffin was very strange. Whiskers like a cat! Twisted human limbs, LSD flesh, the faint sores of Toxoplasmosis, human hands, face and genitals but with clawed feet and his skull the arched cranial of a cat. Dead yet swaying. Blood that stinks bad, blood that hums low-noted sad songs. No more breathing yet infinite life. Cats are not naturally evil creatures. Cats open their eyes to escape witnessing such horrors! But in this modern world where humans coddle and worship the blue boy’s ego death, Cats can’t help their gift for seeing dimension humans can’t. Satan lives and rises to soil innocence. Ginger Cat and Gray Bonnet opened their eyes. Exhale. This is not a story for children or the squeamish. This is a story for those who want to understand a new and very real phenomena taking place in America.

At daybreak Ginger-Snow came from under the couch in the den yawning. As she did every morning while waiting for Giant Lady to get out of bed and feed her, Ginger-Snow played with a big ball of yarn. She loved to grab the ball of yarn with her paws, jump on it, then jump back in alarm as it seemed to be some strange animal moving, then she’d jump on it again until she was rolling around the den. Ginger-Snow pretty much ignored fellow cat Gray Bonnet until it was around noon. It wasn’t that she and Gray Bonnet didn’t get along. It’s just that Ginger-Snow needed a few hours to thaw out and be ready to play with others. Gray Bonnet had come to live here four years ago. Enough time for them to have bonded, sure. But Ginger-Snow had lived here by herself for three years before that and had once enjoyed having Giant Lady Susan and her daughter all to herself. So it was still taking some time to accept other urine being tossed on the walls and behind tables and chairs. Ginger-Snow liked Gray Bonnet. But she didn’t enjoy sharing her space. And now unfortunately there was a new cat on the premises, the black cat...Dagger Eyes.

This new third cat, Dagger Eyes, had belonged to Giant Lady’s twin sister. But the twin sister died so now Dagger Eyes had to come live with Ginger-Snow and Gray Bonnet. Normally cats feel sympathy when a fellow cat’s owner has died and left them an orphan. But Ginger-Snow didn’t think she could ever be friendly to Dagger Eyes. There was something other than the usual nine lives dwelling in the body of Dagger Eyes. Something...sinister like a rapist, overly animated like a drug addict, malignant like kidney failure...voracious like Satan. Humans couldn’t see or detect it. But other animals noticed immediately that fat swarthy black Dagger Eyes was a force of evil. Each time he yawned, Ginger-Snow could smell the scent of human blood and pus on his breath. In fact she and Gray Bonnet had tried to warn Giant Lady Susan with their new way of ‘meowing.’ They tried to warn Giant Lady’s daughter, twelve year old Rachel. But it was to no avail. Humans never try to learn or understand animal language. Thus they don’t know when they’re being warned. And now it was too late for mere warnings. Too late indeed. Dagger Eyes possessed hypnotically rupturing psychedelic eyes that saw whooshing spirals of brilliant color, reverberating walls that inhaled and exhaled, curtains waving like hands, the stove and refrigerator blowing kisses as he walked by. He was a trippy arrogant cat, keenly smart but always tripped-out looking. He fastened his hypnotic kaleidoscope eyes on Giant Lady Susan often mistaking her for his former owner, her twin sister. Sometimes he looked at Susan with the blood thirst of a serial killer. Other times with the gleeful affection of a human male in love. A man. That’s what he reminded the other cats of more than anything. He reeked of the human penis, the gonads! Ginger-Snow had never encountered an energy like this before in a fellow animal. Gray Bonnet used feline telepathy to tell Dagger Eyes he should run away. But Dagger Eyes had come to that house for a specific reason. And it didn’t take long to witness proof of his demonic intent. Gray Bonnet and Ginger-Snow had witnessed the most shockingly disgusting incident the night before last. At about three in the morning this new cat Dagger Eyes began making choking sounds. His struggle to clear his throat had caused Gray Bonnet and Ginger-Snow to come from under the couch in the den to see what the noise in the kitchen was about. And when they slowly padded to the dark kitchen they could see he was standing next to the refrigerator choking as though he were trying to throw up something.

With one massive up-chuck, they watched as Dagger Eyes vomited up a newborn mouse. It was hairless and pink, wrinkly and shivering with new life. Ginger-Snow and Gray Bonnet froze in shock, their eyes huge with wonder and astonishment. They had never seen a cat throw up a newborn mouse before. By six o’clock that morning the baby mouse that originally looked like a trembling shrimp had grown into a large hairy rat with sharp fangs. It was such an oddity to witness. Dagger Eyes had no interest in the mouse once he’d thrown it up. It was out of his system and he lapped at the water bowl ignoring his strange new baby. But Ginger-Snow and Gray Bonnet had followed the mouse around with intense curiosity. The thing’s tail got very long first. Then it ran along the wall and down the hall until it scurried into the bedroom of Giant Lady’s twelve year old daughter. It ran under the sleeping girl’s bed. And there under the darkness of the child’s bed it grew and grew into a huge rat with very long fangs.

That was the night before last. None of the cats had seen the rat since then. But Ginger-Snow had a very