The Dominic's had a cat named Clee. Clee was an older cat with mangy fur, longs claws, and beady eyes. Clee hated absolutely everyone, but everyone always called him cute and tried to pet him. One day, while trying to pet Clee, their neighbor Phyllis was bitten. Since it broke the skin, she was taken to the hospital and administered an antibiotic. But over time the skin grew green and yellow and brown, and started to decay. Phyllis was in immense pain and every night, people could hear her groan and cry in her sleep. And every night, the Dominic's cat was nowhere to be found. Eventually people stopped seeing or hearing Phyllis and the neighborhood grew worried, so they called the police. When the police walked in they saw Phyllis, she was covered from head to toe in thousands on bite marks, each of which were lined with dried blood. One officer checked her pulse and discovered she had been dead. Later that week they ruled the cause of death as exsanguination or poisoning, leaving it inconclusive. But everyone wondered what happened to her. Now at night, Clee would stay in the house and even let people pet him, but after a while that stopped. Though it started again when they started hearing groaning and crying from another neighbors house.