Story of the dark tree

The night was dark and a black cat was peering through a window...staring to the darkness...gazing spirits and ghosts. In the front of the cat, a huge wood opens his mouth to eat every single shine of light. This is the black wood. In the very middle of this wood, the dark tree stays high and strong.
The full moon was coming from above to wacth this land of no one. Its silver shines touch every single place, but the black wood. It was like a hole in the night, there was anything capable of getting inside those trees but the cat's eyes.
A howl was looking the cat from a branch. There were talking, discussing...they were challenging each other to traspass the boundaries of their places. No one dared to go inside each other's land. The howl from the wood, the cat from the windows. Mistery of eyes, a concert of noises and silences.

In the room in which the cat was peering, there was a chair. An empty and old chair. This chair was still occupied by his senior or mayhaps I might say by his corpse. The cat's owner has two days in that chair without moving any finger, any leg....anything.

Steps were coming from downstair. Light feet coming in a hurry like being chasing! The cat, slowly, moved to get a better view of the coming one. A door was opend and the light from outside blinded the cat's eyes. A gal screamed so hard that the howl flew away from its branch. The corpse's doughter. When the girl saw his father dead, she felt quite sad, quiete happy. She got mute, until the cat meowed from behind a desk. This was the exact point in which the girl got totally sad, totally sick, totally another person. There was a voice that calls: the night is coming...