Cat Guards Haunted Mansion

There is an old hag that guards the way, she’s a witch, I think. This was told to me by a child with large eyes and cheeks so pink I wanted to climb up those stairs to the haunted mansion anyway. So, I ignored her warnings at the end of this Halloween day. The black cat I met at the bottom gave me an insane stare. I felt he could bite my arm off and would not even care. What is your name? I asked, thinking to make conversation. He snarled and clawed me on my foot without hesitation. I shrieked and screamed and wailed and ran from the steps. He was on me like a thrown bit of dynamite said my cousin Peps. I was so horrified, that I was not sure what had happened in truth. You were screaming like a banshee baby said my cousin Ruth.