The Ghost Cat
My name is Yvonne, I am 19. Last year a girl came to stay with me for a couple of months, we were good friends. She shared a bed with me and at this time I owned a water bed, very sensitive to movement.
One night I was in my father’s room when I heard some purring and felt like what was a cat, showing the affection with its claws. I smelt it, felt it, and heard it. This went on for several months, my friend, boyfriend, and little brother would inform me about a black cat rubbing up against my legs and sleeping with me on my water bed.
I got to the point where I called him Garfield because he felt fat and was only present on my bed. He was always around me and only me.
One night I called one of my friends who does research on this kind of stuff and he told me it was a “watcher”, an omen. He told me it could be somebody watching me or meaning something bad was going to happen to me. This scared me.
I kicked at the cat, batted at it, and moved, but he was still on my bed. So I just put it off, took on the cat as a thing that will be there for the rest of my life. After awhile, I didn’t feel him anymore. He had left and I was kinda upset. He was like a person or an animal that you were use to being there and just left. Its been almost a year and I still hear him and feel him on occasions.
Sent in by Yvonne< Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing
The Ghost Cat
A few years ago, I used to live in a building that had two apartments. There was a bottom one and a top one. The only way to access the top one was from the outside outside.
A few weeks before this event took place, one of the family cats, Socks, died. We buried it in our yard and didn’t think anything of it.
On the night this event took place, it was stormy, rain and everything. All of a sudden, we hear a meowing sound, coming from the basement, two floors below us. We cut off all sound in the house so we could hear it more clearly and sure enough, we continued to hear it.
We went to check the grave and dug it up, what we founnd is nothing, absolutely nothing. Somehow, a “dead” cat managed to claw it’s way out of it’s grave, put the dirt back perfectly, and go down into the basement.
So then, we got out lights to check out the basement. We headed down to the basement and there Socks was, our dead cat.
I’ll probably never learn how he was still alive.
This was quite possibly the moment I was the most terrified in my life. I had never had anything like this happen to me before and, soon after this, I began to read about Paranormal happenings, via books and the internet.
Sent in by Donovan, Copyright 2008 Ghost Crossing