On a normal Sunday, I was walking down the road when one incident started a series of events. Like a matchstick igniting a series of crackers. I was a man of 20's, extraordinarily handsome and had a strong body. But perhaps the feature of which I was proud the most was my courage. My courage had granted me the name “The Lion”, scared of nothing and ready to take on challenges. But this series of unfortunate events converted my name to “The Cat”, startled even from a change as small as the movement of a limb. Allow me to narrate. I was walking when I perceived a projectile in front of me. So fast that it went before my eyes in an instant. Perhaps if I had been walking faster, it would have struck me and result in brain damage. But that had not been decided for me. The bad luck was decided for afterwards. The projectile struck a window and entered a house. “Mister!” - A boy called me who perhaps was the owner of the projectile. “Could you please bring my ball back, mister?” Being a kind man, I replied yes and my eyes and body turned to face the house. The house was enveloped in a coat of dust and had a certain eerie mist surrounding it. But being the lion in the situation, I did not hesitate and I pushed the door and looked inside and what a dark sight met my eyes! Everything was dark and nothing was visible. There was a pungent smell inside and it was accompanied with hints of smell of rot. I took out my phone. “Let there be light,” I said whilst opening the torch of my phone. I took a look and saw the producer of the rot smell. I did not startle for it was not enough to scare me but it was a revolting sight. Before me....the corpse of a dead cat lay with some blood around it. The carcass had clearly been here for a while. I quickly recollected my thoughts and tried to search for the ball. It was not difficult for only a few steps forward lay the ball. I grabbed it and turned around, ready to leave the house. I took a good look once again when something caught my eye. “No. How? It was just there! Where did it disappear,” said I as I realized....the corpse was not there. “Could it have been alive somehow?” My heart was going faster and faster. I felt fear for the first time. I could not move. I was cemented to the ground, sweat rolled down my cheeks. Suddenly, I felt that someone was beside me. I could feel the breathing on my neck. It felt like certain doom looking down on me. I looked aside and perceived a woman in white overalls. Her face was covered by her long hair and her hands bony. She moved slowly and grabbed my shoulder. Suddenly, she let out a shrill scream and her scream sent me flying backwards. I landed in a place which looked like a bedroom. I grabbed the mattress of the bed. The woman was advancing towards me and I desperately tried to get further from the woman. My face was covered with sweat; I was trembling so much that the bed perhaps would have shaken with me. I could now see the face of the lady. The hair had parted to make her face visible. Her face was a certain white and seemed so malnourished that the skull was visible and she had no teeth. I reached the end of the mattress, no more space left for me to retreat backwards. I let out screams of help but help did not come. I was going to die a horrible death. The lion was so scared and his final words were tearful screams of help. My head turned to the side when I saw the very instrument because of which I’m alive. I flashed the torch of my phone directly on the eyes of the demon and collecting the last of my energy, I ran and I ran. I reached the door and stepped outside. In the blinding light, I could see the dark silhouette of a boy. “Mister, are you all right? You seem quite shaken up,” inquired the boy. I looked at the boy and I gave him his ball. I struggled even in returning the ball. I had been through a truly hellish experience. This experience changed me forever. This experience changed the mighty lion to the cat.