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?
