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The Calico
By Brandy Herr The popular superstition says that you will have terrible luck if a black cat crosses your path. But for me, that wasn’t the case. What brought about my downfall was a calico. It began late on a Monday evening. Earlier that afternoon, my wife of twelve years had stormed out the door, carrying a hastily packed suitcase, screaming at me for not listening to her or something. That night, I found myself sitting alone in my ragged recliner, staring blankly at the television, tuned to some program about dysfunctional marriages. In my left hand was an empty glass. In my right hand, I held an almost empty bottle of Jack
Daniels. I decided to bypass the frivolity of mixing it with Coke this time and simply get straight to the point. I had just finished the last of the bottle when I heard a distinct “Mew!” come from the front porch. I rolled my eyes and ignored the call, desperately attempting to extract just one more drop from the dry bottle. Darn neighbor cats, I thought. Probably that stupid tomcat. I should go out there and show it the underside of my boot. The mewing graduated steadily to loud, plaintive meowing, and I became convinced the cur was not about to leave anytime soon. I sighed as I heaved my body out of the armchair then trudged to the door, determined to put an end to the
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Brandy Herr is the co-founder of the Granbury Ghosts and Legends Tour and co-host of the annual Spooky Spectacle. She is a member of the ghost hunting team Research and Investigation of the Paranormal. Her love of sharing the ghost stories of her historic hometown led to her writing Haunted Granbury. Brandy is a native Texan and graduated from Pennsylvania State University. She now lives in historic Granbury, Texas with her husband, Matthew, and their dog, Luna, and cats Emma and Goblin. Learn more about Brandy and her work at AuthorBrandyHerr. com and follow her on Facebook at Facebook.com/AuthorBrandyHerr.
