Demon Cat of Guanajuato

I will be the first to admit that what I did in my youth was monstrous. But that is no reason why I must be afflicted with such nightmarish terrors. It is inhumane to live like this, but I will not be forced out of my own home, built by my own ancestors. 
I am an Alvarado, the last of the richest family in Guanajuato! So what if nobody wants to work for me anymore? Ignorant peasants! I have enough money and rifles to outlive whatever it is that afflicts this Hacienda. 
But as brave as my words are, my soul cannot match them. I fear. I tremble when the sun goes out. It is out there, it is here, it is everywhere- the Horrendous Beast with its large yellow eyes and the surrounding dark void. It cannot be described further.
A demon.
I feel like it is its duty to kill me. But not a quick death; it wants to make my life unbearable. It wants me to do it the favor of killing myself. I have seen it once or twice; I have shot at it with no effect. It is like shooting at twisted lights and shadows. If it was just my fear of seeing it, I would have already taken my eyes out. But it screams like the cat it once was; it yells like the little girls I have murdered.
The demon cat of Guanajuato.
Category:Mental Illness
Category:Cryptids
Category:Historical Archive
Category:Micropasta