A while back in college, I had a dorm with 2 idiotic people named Bruce and Roger. They, of course, were pranksters, but what happended one night stopped them, and stopped me from living. It's the 60s, things are going well and my roommates start to prank me, they were going to put water over the door to the door, when they heard a scratch. I came walking in, but the water did not fall, it just floated. I thought this was the prank, to scare me, but I was not. They were made it did not work, so they started telling jokes at me. But one of them was distinct, it was, "Cat's of the Underworld will come, especially for nerds like you!" I yelled a them, and they said their apologies, but when night came, OH LORD! We heard the scratching on our dorm door. We opened the dorr to see a cat, just an ordinary cat. We tried to contact the college owners to see about a cat on the loose, but they said, "Just stay away." Before we knew it, the cat began to decay, even though it was still alive! The head twisted, and it's joints cracked, while myself and my roommates were scared. It muttered a few words, "Demon, call 666.6789123! Burn." We closed the door and never saw the cat again. People on cambus saw a cat walking, but now when I see a cat, I RUN!