Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 435

Boris' heart skipped a beat, and he stared at the balloon. Is the wind blowing it around? He quickly picked up the wet towel beside him and slammed it down on the balloon. The balloon floated away and stopped moving, much to his relief. His good mood soured, Boris quickly got up, wore his robe, and walked out of the bathroom.

Gonna get myself some wine. He drank a little, and then something struck him. Wait. I don't have balloons in my home! He swiveled around and looked at the bathroom, fear clutching his heart, and he saw the balloon coming out again, but this time, it was moving even weirder. It was starting to turn corners.

First it went into the walk-in closet, then the couch, and then… to him. It was already the dead of the night, and a balloon was slowly closing in on him like some sort of ghost. Of course Boris was scared.

He quickly retreated and crashed into his french window. He specifically asked for this just so he could have a better vista, and Boris was sticking to the window, staring at the balloon. He roared, "Don't come closer!"

The balloon was the shape of a grey cat, and Boris thought the eyes looked familiar. He once extracted the blood of a grey cat, but he took too much from it, and the cat died. No way…

The balloon was getting closer and closer, and Boris screamed. Then he grabbed it and popped it open. Silence came back to the room, but only for a moment, then an eerie laughter slithered up his back. He felt a chill run down his spine, and he turned around.

The thing meeting his eyes was a woman standing outside the window. She stuck her face to the glass panel, her hair tumbling down her shoulder, and her face dead, though her eyes were fixated on him. The woman's face was so hideous, Boris thought his heart would stop. A strangled scream escaped his lips, and he quickly retreated only to fall on his butt.

When he looked up again, there was nothing outside the window. Everything felt like an illusion. W-Was that a ghost? This… this is impossible! Shaken, Boris quickly got up, but then he noticed a pair of feet standing before him. When he raised his head, he was met with the face of the ghost standing outside his window earlier.

Another scream escaped his lungs, and Boris ran for his life, though he fell again and slammed his head against the coffee table, drawing blood. The moment he came downstairs, he knew something was wrong. What's that smell? He didn't even have time to think about that, for what he saw in front of him was hair-raising.

The lounge was filled with all kinds of cats. Black cats, calicoes, Persian, orange cats… Cats of all sizes and ages staring at him with their green eyes, and they hissed. The hisses became purrs, and then meows, and then something akin to a roar. Eventually, a cat screeched, and all the cats pounced at Boris.

Boris has caught a lot of strays before, but not once had he been this afraid, and he ran away, but he was no match for cats. They surrounded him before he could even escape, and they clawed away at him. Still, he wobbled out and screamed for help, but the cats were attacking him. Some tore away at his ears, some tried to gouge his eyes out, and some bit his neck.

He screamed and screamed, but then he heard a loud bang ringing in the air. The house exploded, and he finally realized what the smell was. Gas.

A lot of stoves had safeties so the gas wouldn't leak, but not in his wildest dream did Boris expect his house to explode. The cats were gone, and Boris was blown away by a great gust of air, slamming him into a big slab of stone in the garden, and he fell unconscious.