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I spun around, ready to take on what I thought was my brother, but there was nothing. I spun in circles twice before giving into fear. I backed up to the door, desperate to have my cat come and let me know that everything was okay.
"KITTY!! KITTY!! Come HERE Kitty!!" again, the man in front of me this time, is trying to coax me out into the yard, into the dark....
"Yes, come HERE!!"
I almost ran right inside, but was afraid to turn my back on the voice. I stared at nothing for an eternity before my cat streaked up and nestled between my quaking legs, looking stiff and ready for attack. He was glaring at precisely the same place that the voice seemed to be coming from. I allowed him to watch my back as I turned to open the door, I scooped him up, turned off the light, slammed and locked the door, then ran into my bedroom where my cat relaxed and curled up in the crook of my arm as I fell back to sleep.
I leave the porch light on every night now, so that when the street lamp goes out, (which is has only done twice since the first experience) I can run to the light and not have to wade through pitch-black shadow to find my way inside.
