I didn't want to ruin anyone's holiday by telling this scary story before now. I advise any kittens to move on too... nothing to read here.
It was the day before Christmas, and I was just minding my own business taking a nap under the Christmas tree when I heard the scariest sound in the world, scarier even than thunder, the door of the lair of The Evil Dyson opening. I could hear Dad wrestle it's tail as it tried to attach itself to the wall.
It sounded like an epic battle, but The Evil Dyson won out and I heard it's evil roar in the hall. I realized I was trapped! My exit route through the office shut out, and The Evil Dyson and Dad were wrestling down the hall. I made a break for the kitchen, as it sometimes seems to fear tile floors.
The Evil Dyson rounded the corner into the den as it hungrily ate up the floor between us. Dad wrestled it by the neck and by the tail but it still came for me. I raced from the kitchen, over Mom's chair, down the back of the sofa, over the half wall, down the hall, over Mom's foot as I screamed "RUN MOM!!", and finally into the safety of the closet.
Here is the freakiest part, I swear I heard it laughing as I ran, and it sounded like my parents. I hope you can sleep tonight friends, I know I still have nightmares.