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Hello and welcome to this special episode of Disturbed.

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Without further ado, let's get to our first story.

First a story narrated by Dallas Stark from Reddit user, Dazzling Staff 2498.

It wasn't my cat.

Hello, my name is Alex, and here's my story.

At the time that all this occurred, I was in my old bedroom, which was My name is Alex and here's my story.

At the time that all this occurred, I was in my old bedroom, which was basically one of the smallest rooms in my parents' house.

It could only fit a bed, two nightstands, and a dresser with a mirror screwed on top, and it was down in the basement. Lots of basements are dark, creepy,

and eerie, but mine wasn't. My parents made sure to make it as full of life as possible.

They painted the walls, installed a gaming room, and tried to make it nice enough to throw a party should we ever want to.

I spent a lot of my time down there, and even though my room was small, I had plenty of room.

So at that time, we had three cats, but one of them was my favorite.

I loved her and took care of her, and she made sure I wasn't depressed.

Sometimes we would just let her go outside during the night, and I would let her back inside when she came and scratched at my window.

I was an insomniac and I never slept well.

My parents knew about it so they decided to get some melatonin pills to help me sleep.

My window was on the top of my bedroom's wall, which meant my cat didn't need to hop on any type of ledge to scratch with her paws on it from the outside, letting

me know that she wanted to get in.

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