i was walking with my friend, across the

i was walking with my friend, across the cemetries suddenly, we heard a scary noise and suddenly,a skeleton appreared in front of us , and was having a gun in it's hands.......

"I know, I know," I said as I eased the firearm from the skeleton's hand. "I'm not here to break any bones. Life is hard enough as it is, and death too, it seems. I wish

you had been able to say goodbye." Jennifer Love Hewitt cooed as she held the bazooka away from the skeleton's grasp.

The skeleton didn't buy Jennifer Love Hewitt's nonsense and snatched a case of grenades from Jennifer's stockpile of black market weapons. Jennifer aimed her bazooka at the fleeing

bag of bones but missed. She never was very good at target practice. At the firing range, other patrons would run in the other direction when she arrived. Jennifer Love

d to scare people away with her atrocious accuracy. It was fun watching people run away from her as if she was some kind of monster. She had always been very...different. Suddenly,

She was a lovely tortoiseshell cat, lying on my bed and playing with my pen. She meowed each time I folded a story, which meant every five minutes...unless she was napping.

Soon, I came to the realization that my cat was psychic. If she meowed every time I folded a story, who knows when else she would meow? When a bomb goes off? I had to find out.

so I did, yes the cat was psychic.