Most people would never believe my story And I must say, I don't blame them.
It all happened in 2004 when I was nine. My parents had gone shopping and my sister was at a birthday party, so I was left alone with my one true love: the computer.
When they left I raced to it, turning it on and immediately starting to IM my friends; it was around 11:30. After about an hour I heard a noise; it was coming from the window. I turned my head, and to my horror and surprise, saw a small, coal black kitten licking its paw on the window sill. What scared me most was not the fact that we didn't own a kitten, seeing as my mother is allergic to fur; it was the way that it seemed to wave around in the air, like a piece of paper stuck to an air conditioner, and it was flickering in and out of focus. I jumped out of my chair so fast it fell back, and after whirling around I looked back at the kitten, only to realise that it was gone! My heart was pounding and beads of sweat clung to my face. Setting the chair back up, I sunk into it's cushioned seat, rubbing my temples. Had I really seen what I thought I had seen? No, it couldn't be. I had been a firm disbeliever in ghosts. But that was before the kitten incident. But that's not all; I decided to get back to my MSN, even though I was feeling sick to my stomach. I kept looking back at the window sill every few seconds, only to be relieved, yet some-what disappointed to see the kitten wasn't there. But after another half hour or so I heard that same noise; a small meow. Instinctively I grabbed the chair, holding it in front of me and watching over the top of it; and there it was: black and semi-transparent and wavering, flickering, and licking its paw. I was horrified, and it didn't help when it looked away from its paw and fixed terrible red eyes on me. I screamed, dropping the chair and darting to the door, tugging at it in a frantic frenzy, and when I looked back, the thing was gone! AGAIN! Panting, I slid to the floor, and hardly had a moments rest when a sharp knock was tattooed upon the door and I screamed, jumping up. It was my sister, back from her party early, and when I told her all about the kitten, she merely laughed at me, telling me to go to bed.