The stairs winced and groaned with my every step. I tried my best to be light footed, but it was like walking on eggshells. After a seemingly infinite amount of time, the door opened reluctantly, and a sickly, dim gray light seemed to iminate from the room within. I reluctantly stepped inside, and found myself in a long, equally gray corridor, several faded paintings lined the wall; my strides seemed to echo in the gloom. I reached the end of the corridor, and blinked. Where was the door? I rubbed my hands up and down along the featureless wall, finding no raised seam, no secret switch, not even a bump. I knocked, and the wall sounded perfectly solid. Disoriented, i turned around to find the way I had come equally doorless. I was trapped. My breathing ragged, i turned about and ran against the wall, jarring myself; the world seemed to tilt, and i stumbled sideways, and grabbed at a painting to balance myself. there was a grating, and in a panic, i turned to the opposite end of the corridor. A featureless, gray door stood slightly ajar. I blinked. It hadn't been there a moment before. I ran forward, suddenly desperate, and yanked the door open. The room was large, though not nearly so large as the waitng room. Its ceiling was roughly fifteen feet, and a large, ornate window dominated a the back wall of the room. It was sparcely furnished, with a couch in one corner, a chair in the center, and a table upon which sat a vase of ancient, almost petified flowers. The whole room had a feel of despair, and inactivity about it, as though I had disturbed a crypt. My eyes flicked restlessly about, settling finally, on the chair in the middle, noticing for the first time the man occupying it. He was immesuraebly old, and hunched nearly double in the chair, his faded, beady eyes closed to slits. His hands looked more like ancient, dead tree branches, than opposable didgets, and his mouth seemed a scar in the middle of his face, He wore a faded, moth eaten suit, with a ragged, spotty tie slightly to the side, and for the life of me, I couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead. "Mr-Mr. M-Moorcraft??" My voice was reduced to a shaky stutter. And then the man opened his mouth and spoke. "You have overstayed your welcome." His voice was like dead leaves in the wind, and dry sticks snapping, and suddenly I knew with a fightening certainty that the old man was dead, and had been for a very long time, and finally, that it was not the old man talking at all. My mouth opened in mute horror, and I slowly backed away. My back slammed against the wall, and even without confirmation, i knew that their was no door and, there never had been. The old man sat stock still in his chair, and that's when I saw it. There appeared to be a puddle of some dark, thick fluid on the floor. Behind, and to the left of the mans chair. As I watched transfixed, the puddle spread, and inflated, a low, horrible keening filled the air, and suddenly I knew that it was me. My scream. The blob grew further still, a bubbling mass of midnight energy. It writhed, and boiled. After a full minute it stood thirteen feet tall, and slowly, long pointed protrusions grew from the top of it, and black, diagonal slits opened in the center. The slits regarded me with a horrible malignant intelligence, and I realized they were eyes. A low, threatining murmer like growl of some immense cat seemed to eminate from it. A long, toothy mouth opened in the middle of it, and a sickly, cancerous light eminated from it. I gave a low pathetic sob, and knew without a doubt, that I was looking at the Old Cat's Head. It's sunken, black eyes regarded me for a moment, and it emitted an indescribable sound somewhere between a growl and a moan. A palpable malignancy eminated from the thing, and it's toothy mouth opened and closed in anticipation. The entire entity seemed to be shrouded in a swirling black mist. I sidled along the wall, until i had nearly reached the window. "P-please!" The creature regarded me with apathy. "Please don't hurt me!" A strangled sob escaped my throat, and I felt desperately along the window for some clasp, or knob which i could turn to open the window. The ground was three sories down, but I would do anything to escape this thing. This horrible thing. This horrible blight upon the world. There was no clasp. The creature began to move towards me. It had neither legs, nor arms, nor even a neck. It was gumdrop shaped, except for it's enormous cat-like ears. It really looked like a cat head. In it's wake it left a froth of swirling black mist. I pressed even closer to the window, and a moan of fear and horror escaped my lips. The creature took no notice and advanced further. Though I am not a man of faith, I was desperate, and I held up a cross I had brought just in case. The creature paused for a moment, and I swear it looked almost insulted, Then it gave a long, low threatining growl, and opened it's mouth further to exspose a second, then third row of teeth. In a final despertate act, I lunged to the side, and grabbbed the vase. The creature subtley altered its course and glided at a faster pace towards me. Around and around the room we went, first at a nervous stumbling walk, than at a trot, then finally at a desperate, pulse-pounding run. The creature matched, and exceeded my speed each time, and with a terrible certainty, I knew it would soon catch me. As I passed the window, I hurled the vase at it. The vase split in two, and left a six -nch crack in the window. I hit it again. And suddenly, A horrible,cold, burning pain pierced my other hand, and the creature, a Grimalkin, I detirmined, gave a satisfied grunt. It moved away a pace. Now holding my severed hand in it's mouth. I gave an animal moan, and whaled despertately upon the window, not feeling the horrible burning pain in the stump of my wrist. The Grimalkin swallowed the hand with a horrible fleshy smacking noise and began to move towards me again. With a final blow, I shattered the window, andI jumped. The ground took an eternity to rise to meet me, and I think I blacked out well before the impact.

I'll have the last bit up tonight, and to the ADMIN, Lol at your choice of editing.

Lots o' bad words from A-Z

I'lll have it up by this afternoon