One night there was a girl, named Hope, was playing Neko Atsume. She had collected her third cat in her two hour game and was enjoying herself.

She had wanted a drink of water but didn't want to get up from her comfortable place in her couch crease. She debated weather or not to risk getting up for the cold glass of soothing water when she felt something furry touch her arm.

She looked over in panic (at the disco). Her skin crawled, a chill sent up her spine, as she starred at the winged beast.

The moth.

She'd never seen a creature so horrifying and deformed in her life. She screamed as she slapped her arm, barley missing the moth.

It spread it's massive wings and flew straight for her face and landed on her cheek. Hope slapped her face hard, hoping to kill it, only to get a stinging pain where the hand made impact. She wrapped her fingers around it and threw the beast to the other side of the room. Then she frantically ran to the bathroom to wash her moth gut-covered face.

After her brief 45 washes she dared step back into the room where the moth's limp body lay.

She instantly felt sorry for the creature but than remembered the emotional scaring she received from the events that took place. She left the moth's body there on the floor to decay.

"Rot in hell," Hope's voice whispered into the darkness as she turned out her light to go to bed. "I'll be waiting," another voice answered from the floor below her. It was a mere whisper but Hope heard it.

The high pitched squeaking of the demon under her feet.