How my cat became a three-legged creature

We recently moved into a new apartment. At the time of the events described below, we hadn't yet unpacked our belongings. I had a separate room in the new place, and on my first night there, I slept alone on the floor. There was a chandelier hanging in that room—quite new, beautiful, shiny, and with an antique feel. I really liked it.

That night, something woke me up. Lazily rubbing my eyes, I sat up and began looking around, trying to find what had woken me. My gaze fell on the chandelier, and I nearly died of horror: it wasn't a chandelier! Hanging from the ceiling was the mutilated corpse of a girl. I was so shocked I couldn't even scream or run away. And then the thread holding the body snapped. The girl fell to the floor and crawled toward me, her limbs twitching. I, terrified, pressed myself into the corner of the room, but there was nowhere to run. The whole time, the room was deathly silent. The mutilated girl crawled closer and closer... and suddenly began moving her lips. I clearly made out only one word: "cold." Finally, the girl crawled right up to me and laid her head on my lap. My legs spasmed, and then she turned her head and stared at me with unseeing eyes, the whites of which were bloodshot. She opened her mouth wide, sucked in a deep breath, and whispered, "Do you know how cold it is there? I'll sleep with you," and tiredly turned her head away from me. I slowly pushed her off my lap and began to crawl to the other side of the room, but passed out along the way.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of my cat screaming. The chandelier had fallen on her. The room was filled with the foul smell of death. The chandelier literally crushed the cat's paw, so it had to be amputated.

That girl never showed up again. I hope a three-legged cat is enough for her.