My mother always told me ghosts are real. When I was
about 11 I didn't really believe all that nonsense thinking she
was just trying to scare me (U know how some parents get)
but that was before I saw my first ghost of a cat. It was
a very big changing point of my life since now I truly
believe these things exist.
I lived in a 3 Family house in Binghamton, NY that is no
longer standing. My mother, brother, and I all lived in
the first floor apt in the front with a family in the side
apt and a family on the second floor. I was told by the
kids in the side apt that the had buried a cat in the
backyard. Ok simple enough, but it died because these kids
were very cruel to it and did very mean things to it.
I personally don't like hearing things like this and went
and talked to my mom about it. She said "There lucky it
hasn't come back to get revenge." I laughed at this thinking
she was only trying to scare me but then I started hearing
the noises.
At first I thought the noises were our cat Honey who was a 2
year old tabby cat colored brown, I was mistaken. Most of
the time she would be curled up next to my mother in her
bed when I would hear scratches and meows through the
apt. At first it didnt bother me, but after hearing these
noises for 2 weeks and they got louder every night I
started getting scared.
I spoke with the parents of the family in the side apt and
the told me that they had lived in OUR apt when the cat
died. This didn't make me feel any better, much worse
actually. Finally one night I would get my chance to see a
real ghost.
It was a Friday night and I had pulled my mattress and
blankets into the living room to watch movies. It was
about 2am when I fianlly fell asleep but I awoke soon
after to the same sounds that had been waking me up
every night for 2 weeks. I was sleeping on my stomach and
lifted my head up and there was a cat looking at me about 2
feet away from my face.
The first thing that crossed my mind was "That doesn't look
like Honey" so I reached my hand out to pet the cat thinking
it had gotten in a open window or something. To my
surprise my hand went through the cat. The cat hissed and
lashed out with a paw towards my hand. I screamed loud
enough to wake up the entire house.
My mother came out and I told her what happened. She gave
me a drink and put me back to sleep. Sounds pretty typical
like a nightmare right? Well when I awoke that morning
there was a scar on my right hand which is still on my hand
to this very day. After that I found where they had buried
this cat and I made it a cross with its name on it and said
some nice words to give it a decent burial. After that, I
never saw it again nor did I hear noises again.
Now I truly believe there are some things that can never be
explained!
Contact me here: Megadranzer21@aol.com
Submitted From: