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When I was younger, we had a cat named Butterscotch. We found her as a kitten.. Or she found us. We were just coming out of the house when she pranced right up to me as if she already knew me. My family fell in love as soon as they saw her.

She always seemed to understand what we said, and would even respond in the weirdest of ways. My younger sister was convinced that she knew how to talk, but we never believed her.

Then she started sleeping in my room.

The dreams weren’t anything notable at first, just some eerie fog and whispers. Every time I had the dreams I would wake up to find Butterscotch sitting on my chest and staring at me. It progressed and I was able to make out some words, “familiar” “trapped” “help”.

I had always thought she acted a little too much like a person.

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