The cat comes to visit
Hme again. I'm sure at least some of you remember my 115-year-old story about the Haunted Slave House. Well, I have one more for you. The first one happened about a year after this story. My friend Paige's mother has had a cat, Belle, for almost 13, maybe 14 years (I don't know the exact date, I only know that she was older than us!). She was a giant cat for a long time, no matter what the doctors did or whatever. Finally, the first X-ray came out and it showed 3 tumors and a lot of fluid surrounding the heart, something no doctor had ever seen before. She was also in an advanced stage and according to my friend they wouldn't have been able to aid her even if they had caught her at the very beginning.
So my friend euthanized her cat. Every day she went to sprinkle catnip on Bella's grave in the backyard. I arrived overnight 6 days later. Nothing happened all night, and the next day we stopped at the adoption center to see the kittens. After many discussions between her parents and herself, Paige finally decided not to buy a kitten, but a 4-year-old cat, which she named Isabelle. We called her Izzy for miniature. Izzy was still shy about being in the pound, so we let her explore and went back to Paige's room.
Paige and I had talked about ghost cats before; when I mentioned Belle and catnip, she said, “Damn, I forgot to do that! Oh well, she'll get over it.” And we moved on as usual. Then comes the scary part. We had been home alone for a few hours and Paige was about to take a shower. So we sat and talked and watched Danny Phantom on TV while she got the bathroom ready.
Now the hall lights were on, the living room airy next to the front door was on, the curtains were open, and so were the curtains and lights in Paige's room. There was still daylight outside. As we were sitting there talking, the TV suddenly turned off for no reason. We waited and turned the cable box on and off, then it came back on, so we continued talking. After a few minutes, the TV turns off again. Mind you, it was a perfect day outside so we couldn't blame the wind!
Paige and I are starting to get nervous, so we turn the cable box off and on again. It's fine for another minute, but then it turns off, turns on again, and then turns off. I was starting to get very nervous, so I shouted, “Stop!” The TV turned on again and stayed that way. Paige comes out in her robe to ask something, the TV goes off, but this time the closet lights flash on and off too. Then the airy above the bed goes out. Paige starts to understand what I mean and shouts, “Stop it, Belle! Leave Tiffany alone!” Everything comes back and stays.
Paige takes a shower and nothing happens. I turned on my Game Boy and was playing it when a white streak appeared in front of the TV, I dropped the Game Boy and stared at the TV to see if it would come back. This didn't happen, so I anxiously sat down and started playing again. Then the TV turns off and the lights flash. By then I was really scared, so I jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
After Paige got out of the shower, I stayed in the bathroom while she checked the room. When she gave the all clear, I came back. The TV goes off again and Paige gets mad. She shouted, “Goodbye, Belle! I said goodbye now! Is this what you wanted? Well, there's a new cat here, so I won't feel lonely without you. Goodbye and good luck!” The TV turns on and never turns off.
Throughout this time, the lights in the hallway and the rest of the house remained normal. The TV in the living room worked fine, so only Paige's room was broken. I think it was Belle who came to say goodbye. Shortly after, another cat named Toby approached and tried to enter as if he owned the place. So now he has two cats, just like me.
This is a little thing that I don't think is related, but it was a fun fact. When I saw Izzy trying to crawl under the bed in Paige's room, a sudden thought came to my mind. The elderly cat's name was Belle and the modern cat in town was named Isabelle. See the resemblance?
Man in the park
ABOUTOne day I was riding my bike through the park with my younger brother and when I passed a bench I saw a strange man dressed in aged rags and broken brown shoes. The strangest thing about him was that he called my name 3 times and then disappeared! I got so scared that I ran home and never went outside again without a friend or parent!
About a month later, my mother asked me if I could pick up the mail for her because she had a broken leg. I said yes. As soon as I walked out, I automatically saw the same man standing near my mailbox! I was about to run away, but he CONSTANTLY screamed my name in such a hateful voice that I cried so much! Within seconds he was gone again! I ran inside as quick as I could and once inside I ran to my room gasping for breath! Suddenly something choked me, in my bed! I tried to scream for facilitate but the last thing I saw was a man near my mailbox and in the park!
When I woke up, I realized I was in the hospital; the doctor told me I had been attacked, but they didn't believe me when I told them my side of the story. To this day I never go outside for ANYTHING! I fear for my life because of my terrible experience with a man in the park! I am now 14 years aged and I realized that the man in the park who attacked me was the same man who killed and raped 13-year-old teenagers about 2 years ago. He died on my birthday!
Whispering blue face
AND'has a person with psychic abilities, which means that I can see and feel the presence of the dead. My house is sometimes still, but it can also be clamorous. One day I switched rooms with my now 16-year-old sister Steph. This room connects to the attic. I made the bed because it was already quite behind schedule. I happened to look at the attic door for no apparent reason – I saw it for 2-3 seconds – there, in a black robe, a person at least 5 feet high walked in front of the attic door. Later, my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer… And soon she died.
Last summer of 2006, I was sleeping and suddenly woke up because the radio turned on and made a screeching sound, then the plug was pulled and there was a running sound. Nobody was conscious. Shortly after: My uncle died at the age of 29 from a seizure.
One night I was sleeping and couldn't wake up. I panicked. Then I calmed down, I could barely control my mouth and moved it to say “F*** off!” I'll be able to move in a minute. My sister's friend Bri is also clairvoyant. As soon as she walked into my room, after I said, “Come meet Blueface!”, she said, “there's a man sitting on your bed, smiling irritably. He looks like he's maybe 16. He also has black eyes and a bluish tanned face… In other words, he looks like he drowned…”
Later that month I felt something or someone crawling towards me… I heard a whispering voice saying my name, “SSSHHAARROOON!” I woke up in a complete panic. I thought, “No! I have to fight! This is MY room now!” Then I looked in the corner… And that's when I noticed that I had paranormal abilities. Blueface's entire body was there. I got up and ran to my sister (Adrianne)'s room and woke her up to tell her what happened. We both didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Before, I had an empty seat again.
I now weigh 207 pounds and am still trying to lose weight. That's why I put up signs telling me not to eat like a cow. Soon I heard a knock – a raucous knock – so I went to my sister's room and waited for it to still down. As I returned to finish my signs, there was another knock. All I said was SHUT UP! And it stopped.
Don't you believe me? Come and see!