Whiskers in the Shadows (Sage Said: Halloweentown U Cover)

On Halloween night, the old alleyways breathe. The air hangs heavy with damp stone and whispers, but it’s the silence between footsteps that carries the real threat. Children dare each other to pass the crooked fence, but none ever step too close to the place where the shadows linger longest. They say a cat waits there, small, black, and perfect in its stillness. Its whiskers twitch as though listening to voices no one else can hear. Its golden eyes cut through the dark like lanterns, not with warmth, but with hunger. Those who meet its gaze feel their breath caught in their throat. Some claim the cat follows them home, trailing invisible pawsteps behind them, its purr vibrating inside their bones. Others swear they hear it long before they see it, soft padding, claws against stone, a low hum that never stops until the morning light. No one knows if the cat is a trick, a curse, or something older than the city itself. But one truth repeats every year: on Halloween, when the moon wanes and the streets fall silent, if you see whiskers gleam in the shadows, you don’t look twice. Because if you do, it’s not the cat that follows you. It’s what moves behind it.