Don't Let the Cat Out (2025)

[bunniefuu]

You're so late.

You are so, so...

Hi, there.

You're sure he's coming?

He'll be here soon.

Where'd you find him again?

One of my students

recommended him.

Damn it!

Oh, jeez.

-Here.

-Thank you.

Ah.

I hope this one works out.

-Should I get that?

-Yeah, I got this.

-Go. Don't keep the boy waiting.

-Okay, okay.

I am so sorry I'm late.

Doctor Carpenter's lecture

lasted forever.

-It's okay. Come on in, Charlie.

-Thanks.

-Hi, Mrs. Davis.

-Hi.

-Charlie, is it?

-Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Everything you need

is written on the fridge.

-Honey, would you mind?

-Of course.

And if we don't

come back tonight,

just make yourself at home.

You can manage?

Uh, sure. I didn't really bring

an overnight bag or anything.

Oh, that's okay. You can use

some of my old clothes

in the guest bedroom.

You're a medium, yeah?

42 regular?

Uh, how'd you know?

We have similar builds.

-Mm.

-Oh.

If you get hungry, there's some

leftover soup in the fridge.

-Just help yourself.

-Thanks.

It's yummy.

Thank you, heh.

Do you have any other questions?

-Uh, no.

-Okay.

Let's go. We're late.

Just don't poke around

too much, okay?

Let's go.

Oh, the Wi-Fi is "catpeople."

All one word, lowercase.

-And is cash okay for later?

-Sure.

- Whatever's easiest.

- It's all written down.

- Let's go.

- Relax, Evelyn.

-Good night, Charlie.

-Good night.

Hm.

-There he is.

-Hey.

Nice new pins.

Oh, thanks, C.

I just got them done today.

This one took me a week.

Hold on a sec, bro.

Uh-oh. Someone's in trouble.

What'd you do this time?

"Travis, did you do the dishes?"

"Travis,

did you fold the laundry?"

"Travis, take out the trash."

Like, no.

Damn, Kim. Let me live.

She gets a little cranky

when she has to do a double

at the hospital.

I can't believe she worked

16 hours straight.

She says at least half the time

there's no family visitors.

And apparently they are the most

annoying part of being a nurse.

- Along with taking

care of you being a lazy bum.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Kim loves me. She started

tracking me on my phone.

- Oh, wow.

- Yeah.

She says it's so she can

find me on the golf course.

-But we all know why.

-She is obsessed with you.

Someone's gotta take care

of your crazy a*s.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right.

You know, she drives me

crazy, but I do love that.

So how's the house

sitting going?

-Quiet so far.

-How much you making?

500. Maybe more

if I stay the night.

What do you have to do for that?

Just watch this house.

Why do rich people need people

to watch their house?

-I know, right?

-You know, maybe they're

hiding something valuable.

I've seen enough movies to know

that rich people out

in the middle of nowhere

are usually up to no good.

Maybe they're just

trying to deter

a robbery from happening.

So they hire a stranger

to watch it?

Especially one with

your scrawny a*s?

We're not total strangers.

I took Dr. Davis's lecture

on Egyptology and the Occult.

Anyway , I don't think

I'm making it out tonight.

Whoa, Charlie.

It's Halloween.

This is our thing, man.

Plus, I modified the map.

We're gonna hop on

Clinton Road from 46,

and this will be the route

where we finally spot

the lady in white.

I don't think I'm down

for any more ghost hunting.

They were supposed

to be back by 10,

and it looks like

I gotta stay, so...

And I really wanna make

a good impression.

Dr. Davis and his wife

are on my thesis committee.

Okay,

I just don't think

you should be alone, though.

Especially not tonight.

I can't believe it's been a

year since your dad passed.

He was such a good dude.

Look, I know

you're trying to make

a good impression,

and you need the cash,

but I just want you

to be safe, my guy.

And I'm a little bored.

Can you have guests?

I don't think so. Not sure.

Okay. "Maybe" sounds

like a "yes."

Ah, text me the address.

I will come through.

Kim forgot her keys,

so I got to drop them off.

And if she gets

locked out again,

-I might end up on the street.

-Go!

All right. I'll hit you up.

Mm.

Oh.

"Directions for

taking care of a cat.

Don't touch her

or she will scratch you.

Don't take her photo.

Don't call her by her name,

Hazel, or she'll make a mess.

Don't trick her with treats,

especially no catnip.

Don't forget to clean

her litter boxes.

Don't brush her fur

even if she likes it.

Don't let the cat out

no matter what she tells you."

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Hello?

Somebody there?

Hazel, is that you?

Somebody there?

I'm gonna call the police.

Hazel. Hello?

Oh.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Uh, h-hello?

Uh, Trav?

I can't hear you.

My-my screen's cracked.

Don't let the cat out.

Dr. Davis?

Hello?

What?

No. No, no, no, no.

"Don't forget to feed her

in the evening."

So when you come out...

Hazel.

Hazel.

I want to be your friend.

It's okay.

Come get your food, Hazel.

Damn it! Damn it!

Charlie,

what the hell is going on here?

Did you k*ll someone?

The cat. I cut my foot.

The hell is this?

Man, you do not look good.

The couple, they didn't tell me

they had a cat.

I'm severely allergic.

I feel like my throat

is closing up.

All right, drink this.

-Yeah. This is some f*cked up

white people sh*t.

-Mm-hm.

All right, I'm

taking you home, man.

No, no, no. All that money...

I can't leave Dr. Davis hanging.

Charlie, look at yourself.

You can barely breathe or speak.

You got glass in your foot.

Who knows what else is gonna

happen in here tonight?

Come on, Travis. Please

help me find this cat.

No. Let's go.

No, I need to know

I'm not crazy.

Why? You're allergic.

You're bleeding. Let's bounce.

-Now.

-Come on, Travis. Please.

Please, please, please.

Fine. But I gotta

get back to Kim.

I was supposed to go there

first, but you were on the way,

and you're not even

listening to me.

- Hey.

- Babe. You there?

You said you'd be here

ten minutes ago.

Travis.

Baby, I-I gotta call you back.

Wait, Travis.

f*ck this. Hey, Charlie.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I will personally give you

this money tonight.

Come on, man, this is weird.

-We gotta go.

-Travis, behind you!

No.

I'm sorry, Travis.

f*ck you!

Help! Help!

Oh, thank God!

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Jesus Christ.

Ms. Davis?

Are you okay?

f*ck.

sh*t. sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

Looking for something?

-Charlie?

-No, no.

How did you get in here?

-Mr. Davis, get me out of here.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I saw you in the street running,

and-and, you know,

I was really worried about you.

What is it, Charlie?

What are you do--?

Good night.

-Love.

-Mm.

"Don't brush her fur,

even if she likes it."

He's a fighter.

That's why we chose him.

-Hi, Marty.

-Who's the best boy?

Are you ready

for your new body?

-I thought so.

-Yeah.

You know we love you,

don't you?

Oh, baby.

"Don't forget

to clean her litter boxes."

I'm Charlie.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

My name is... My...

I'm Hazel, uh, no.

No, no, my name is Anne.

I'm Anne.

-How do we get out of here?

-Okay.

This way. Come on.

The sexiest little kitty.

Mm.

Please. You promised. Tonight.

Hazel is just meeting

her new brother.

Thank you.

She's been with us forever,

and we always promised Marty

we would find him a human host.

Oh, sh*t.

Guess I just can't help

but be a little nervous.

I know.

I know.

Yeah. Come here, baby.

Oh, Rodney. No.

Are you worried

about them getting out?

Yes.

Once they're out,

they might not be

good to us anymore.

We always take care of it.

Is he the right boy?

- Yes. How many times

do I need to tell you?

I love you so much.

I should go check on them.

f*ck.

Evelyn!

They're still here.

I can feel it.

I'll cover the door. You start

sweeping the rooms one by one.

I'll start at the back.

Double check the living room

and the study, just in case.

Mm-hm.

Hazel. Hazel.

sh*t!

Marty. Marty.

Okay.

Where do you think you're going?

f*ck!

Damn it!

sh*t. g*dd*mn it.

Charlie?

Charlie?

Charlie? Charlie,

wake up. Charlie.

Charlie, you have to...

You have to wake up, Charlie.

Charlie. Charlie.

Come on. Come on, we don't

have much time. Come on.

Help!

Hazel. Hazel.

You know you're not

supposed to be outside.

-Let me go.

-No, no, no, no, no, no.

-You know we can't do that.

-Why?

-Please. Please.

-No, no, no, no, no.

-You're our baby.

You're our--

-No.

No, I'm not.

You're f*cking crazy.

Aha.

Marty.

Marty?

Marty.

This can't be happening.

Marty?

Oh, thank f*ck.

Oh! Marty, baby.

Oh, my sweet baby.

Come here, baby.

Oh, honey. Oh, my baby. Oh.

Kim.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,

over here.

Wh-why are you back inside?

Come on, we have to go.

-I k*lled them.

-What?

Come on.

Come on.

Is he dead?

The wife's this way.

What's wrong?

Come on. We can call the police.

-What?

-Behind you!

Ow! Oh!

Can I go now?

Yes, you may.

-You're no use to us now.

-Help.

Help!

What are you gonna do with him?

He's gonna save Marty.

He's gonna join

our family now.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. They

gave me no choice.

It was either you or me.

I'm sorry.

- You're f*cking crazy.

- Yeah.

Psst!

No!

Oh...

Oh.

- Go say hi, Marty.

- To your new body.

Mm.

It's gonna be okay.

You'll be ours after tonight.

I don't want to die.

Oh.

As long as you stay

in this house,

play by our rules,

we'll keep you alive and well.

Why?

What do you want from me?

-A vessel.

-A vessel for what?

This cat?

What's wrong with you people?

Uh-oh.

Thank you for the help.

Uh-uh!

Remove his clothes.

Doesn't he just have

the perfect body?

This is sort of

my favorite part.

Watching your muscles tense up.

Hold still.

You'll never get away with this.

Honey, shall we ball-gag him?

Yeah.

Open up.

Ouch! You little sh*t!

Oh, I'm really gonna

enjoy this tonight.

-Ready?

-Yes.

Let's see what we got here, huh?

Now his pants.

I'd hold still if

I were you, honey.

Oh, girl.

What now?

-Let's get his suit on, huh?

-Not before we bless it.

Grab his legs.

The more you fight,

the harder this will be.

Just let it happen.

f*cking Travis.

Answer!

Where's the face?

I thought you

brought it in here.

I might have left it

in the den. Um...

I swear, if you

mess this up tonight,

I will never forgive you.

Let's go.

- Where could it be?

- Did you take it upstairs?

This can't be happening.

This can't be happening.

I swear, it was right here.

-This is on you.

-What more do you want from me?

I've done everything

I can for you.

Clearly it's not enough.

Hm.

Yeah.

Help! Help!

Shut the f*ck up!

Open your mouth.

Open your...

Oh, sh*t!

Can I help you?

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

Um, I was just

in the neighborhood

and wondered if my boyfriend

Travis was here.

I just need

to get the apartment key.

Your boyfriend?

He was picking up

his friend Charlie,

who was watching

your place tonight.

Is Charlie here?

Oh, Charlie. Right. Charlie.

- Uh, no. He left

about an hour ago,

but he didn't mention anything

about a friend picking him up.

Are you sure?

Because I tracked his phone,

and at about 8:58 p.m.,

he was standing right here.

Hm.

That must have been

before we got home.

At what time did you say

Charlie left again?

Maybe it was more like

30 minutes ago.

Mind if I use your bathroom?

Sure.

Right this way.

Uh, lady, there's

blood on your floor.

- Oh, your nose. Tilt your head.

- Oh, God.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

The blood is so gross.

-It's okay. I'm used

to it. Here. Let me.

-Oh, no, no.

Thank you, I-I got it.

The bathroom's there.

I'll be right back.

- Time to go now, miss.

- Just a minute.

Oh, my God.

Travis, baby, where are you?

Well, there you are.

I'd better go, miss.

I thank you

for letting me

use the bathroom.

And snoop around

a stranger's house?

You sure you haven't seen

Travis around here tonight?

No. I wish I could

be more helpful.

I hope you have a great

rest of your night.

And I hope you find

your boyfriend.

Help!

Help!

- Travis?

- Help!

Travis?

Travis, is that you?

Travis?

Oh, my God.

Kim. Hey, K-Kim.

-Get me out of here.

-Oh, my God, Charlie.

Is Travis down here too?

He's dead.

No, no, no.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

We need to call for help.

- No.

- Not without this, you're not.

Aaarggh!

Leave Charlie alone!

Aah! Oh!

Go, go, go!

Come on, come on! Go, go!

-We can run for it.

-Wait. Somebody's outside.

-Come on, this way,

this way, this way.

-Okay.

There's a door.

Ah.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Huh? What?

-What the f*ck?

-Now what?

Find something to break it.

Charlie.

911. What's your emergency?

These people are trying

to k*ll us.

We're located at 1464...

Oh, Charlie.

Hide.

Hello. Hi. Hi, there.

Yeah. No, my 5-year-old

is having an absolute meltdown

right now.

Yeah, of course.

Sorry to bother. Kids, I know.

Okay. Take care.

Eeny, meeny, miny...

...moe.

Charlie?

Oh, Charlie.

The f*ck is that?

You should have paid

attention to my list.

f*ck your list.

Charlie.

That was for Travis.

Let's get out of here.

Police will be here soon.

What?

sh*t. sh*t! Not again.

sh*t!

Ooh!

What? No way.

-Pull on that timber.

-Okay.

-All right, try to switch...

-I don't hear anyone.

Kim, behind you! Behind you!

Nothing you left

from that night.

No! No!

No.

No.

God!

Oh, you.

- Get over here!

- Get back!

Aaarggh!

- Trick or treat!

- Happy Halloween.

- Thank you.

- Thanks, Dad.

Evening, ma'am.

Dispatch sent us over.

We, uh, we received two distress

calls from this residence.

Oh, my gosh.

My husband was supposed to call

and take care of that.

That was just my son

and his wicked friends.

They really take the trick

part of trick or treating

seriously.

Hm.

Pranks like this aren't just

mischievous, they're dangerous.

We'd like to speak with them.

-Oh, you know, I'm afraid

he's just ran off.

-Mm-hm.

Um, but you're more than welcome

to wait, if you'd like.

-I mean, I, I could

give him a call.

-Hm.

That won't be necessary.

Just make sure it

doesn't happen again.

Of course.

Sorry to be a bother. Uh, treat?

Mm.

Thanks.

Is that blood on your head?

Does it make it

look spooky?

Otherwise,

it's just a sexy cat costume

that'll just piss off

all the other moms.

Looks good and spooky to me.

You have a good night, ma'am.

Evelyn. Officer...?

Rick.

Call me if you need anything.

Meow.

Really?

Do you have zero chill, Kat?

I told you it was just kids.

Oh, Charlie, you naughty boy.

Did my list of rules

mean nothing to you?

Evelyn, please.

The police are coming.

Oh, yes. They came.

And they told me to tell you

that you shouldn't make

prank phone calls.

Charlie, if I didn't

need your body,

- I would have k*lled you

a long time ago.

My baby.

My little Marty.

Are you excited

for your new flesh?

Huh?

Whatever reincarnation fantasy

you have isn't real.

You're insane.

I am insane.

Don't be silly.

This could all end tonight.

Nobody else needs to get hurt.

That's enough.

Open up!

Baby.

Baby. Baby.

No.

I take back all the things

I said about your silly pins.

Whoa! Hey!

Stop that! What are you doing?

Open your mouth.

-Open up! Open up, damn it!

-Mm.

Open up!

I'll make them hurt, mi amor.

I ask, and it is my intent

to know if my Marty

will be staying with me

in this lifetime.

Please, give me a sign now

that will allow my heart

to know if my beloved boy

will be staying with

me in this place.

Marty!

Is that you, baby?

What the f*ck?

You!

Where are you?

No.

No, no!

You stupid!

You told me you were

gonna take care of them!

I told you to throw away

their f*cking phones!

Now look at you!

Psst!

You little rat!

Charlie?

Is that you?

Don't touch.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty.

Here, kitty.

Here, kitty.

Hey.

Charlie. Hey.

Charlie.

Charlie.

Let's get out of here.

No, no, no, no.

How are you alive?

I saw you dead.

I'm free. I'm free.

Hey.

Uh, it's busted again.

Please never do that again.

Sorry. I meant to tell you

I'd be home soon.

But, hey, um, I know you've

been a little bit down

in the dumps lately,

so I just...

I got you a little something...

...to cheer you up.

Mm. Mm.

Thank you.

Hey, do you think

he's still out there?

Charlie?

I mean, I-- I don't want

to sound crazy, but...

I don't know, sometimes I feel

like I can still hear him.

It's been over a year.

He would have

reached out by now.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

sh*t.

I'm okay.