Dave

Dave is a young man washing his car in Perivale on a quiet Sunday evening when ordinary reality fractures. His domestic rhythm—calling out to his mother for dinner—collapses into terror at the sight of a black cat and an unnatural gust of wind. Clutching a soapy sponge, he flees down the avenue in panic, trips over his own feet, and vanishes without trace. His disappearance marks the first visible casualty in Perivale’s hidden hunting ground, where the cats serve as silent witnesses to an encroaching supernatural terror.