A myth submitted to the site by Sherrieleigh George
One windy Tuesday morning, a little, old woman was inside of her home. Her home was a little old cottage down Corsair Grove. For, the woman had a pet cat which was named Casey the third. Her cat would not eat that Tuesday morning and months later her cat became dearly ill. The old woman could not bear to see her cat as ill as this, and one Tuesday morning she came to feed her cat and her cat was acting kind of strange. She tried to feed her every minuite, but she still did not eat.
The woman went to bed one night and as the clock struck twelve, she woke up terrified, the woman made her way down to the living room while she saw her cat floating in the air, with no legs the cat jumped on top of the lady and gave her a beating!
Now every person who had lived in that house saw the cat and had such a terrible beating! Every June the third they saw the cat and died of such a terrible beating. Why the cat shrieked became mystery and every Tuesday people from other villages saw the cat and the people who the cat had beaten up and ran away as soon as possible.
Why the cat did this remains a mystery and the cat and also it's not-so-friends were never saw again until every Tuesday on the third of June.