The White Cat

This happened last night in the middle of the night! I am a light sleeper so I always have a fan running at night in my bedroom. My husband started to get up around 3:00 or so and must have bumped me. I woke up and lifted my head slightly to see what was going on. When I opened my eyes I got a surprise!

There on my bed,running across about where my knees were, was a ghost cat! I saw it plain as day. I let out a yip and my husband who was still sitting on the edge of the bed asked what was wrong. I said: "There is a darn cat on the bed!" He said: "What?" Again, I said: "There is a darn cat on the bed!" "Are the cats in their pens?" He replied "Yes, and went to the bathroom.

The cat was whitish and see through. I didn't feel it run across the bed, but it did give me a start when I saw it! My daughter's cat will run and play with what we jokingly say is her "imaginary friend". I guess I won't be saying it as a joke any more!

The Knees

This is an experience my Daughter had back in 2009 in our house. She wrote it for a site I did for a school project.

One night after dark, I had just finished taking a shower and was wearing a long night gown that fell to just below my knees. Outside it was beginning to storm pretty bad and my family and I were running through the house closing windows and getting everything set for it to hit. Our house is mostly a one story, but there is half a story for an attic.

Where the attic is situated is at the top of some very narrow, rickety stairs in the old section of the house.

It’s this section of the house that we always hear strange noises, someone walking up and down the stairs and such, moving around, but never see anything much.

As I walked up the stairs the storm was starting. Lightning, wind, rain, the whole works. In the attic is a small window, just at the top of the stairs. I was standing on about the third stair down, reaching up to close the window. As I locked it and looked out, my reflection was on the glass, and beside my head, standing on the top stair, were a pair of children’s legs. I say children’s legs because they appeared to belong to a young person, maybe about 10 or 11, the knees were dirty. I didn’t look up to see if there was more to this strange reflection that was standing right next to me, nor did I turn my head to see if it was really there beside me. I nearly fell down the stairs running out of the way as fast as I could.

I’ve gone up since then a few times to try and debunk the reflection, but no such luck so far.