zoe

Undercover Discoverer
2003-12-07 05:09:40 (UTC)

my cat

sometimes my cat scares me. i have three cats, but the one
who likes me the most sometimes scares me. she's vlack, just
like her sister and brother, and she has a white spot under
her neck. now, let me say that ever since i moved into my
new house after 6th grade, i've always thought my house was
haunted. i heard stories that the woman who lived here
before died of cancer in the house, and i've felt a presence
in the house ever since i've been here.
well, late at night, when my cat is sitting on my bed and
i'm keeping busy with a book or crocheting, my cat will jerk
her head around the room, and her eyes will enlargen and her
pupils will be the size of her eyes. then she'll stare at
one spot for minutes.
now tell me that wouldn't scare you. i guess you'd have to
live in my house.
as for another story, i've got a good one. late one night,
probably about one in the morning, on a summer's eve, i was
watching tv in my living room and couldn't see out the
french doors because moisture in the air had fogged up the
windows. i turned my head during a commercial and saw that
on the bottom of the right door, the leters 'R', 'I' and 'P'
were drawn in because the moisture had dripped.
the initials of the woman who died in/not in my house were
R.D. so guess how freaked out i was. the P looked like a
D, it was hard to tell what letter it was. i think later on
in the night, the I changed to an N. what made everything
worse, however was the fact that there were no other drip
marks on either door.
and another story: i was in my bed, falling fastly to
sleep, practically in stage one of REM. i was lying on my
stomach, my left leg was hanging off the side of my bed,
completely free of blankets or anything on the floor. i was
almost asleep, i was still in the state of consciousness
right before you start dreaming.
and then, something cold touched my foot. i jumped almost
one foot off my bed (no joke) and i quickly, as fast as i
could, brought my foot under the blankets. there was
nothing, absolutely NOTHING that touched my foot. there was
not can in my room that could have rubbed against it, my
door was closed which left out a draft. there was no window
open which cancelled out a breeze. there was nothing there.
and that's why i think my house is haunted, because things
happen that i can not explain. my favorite bracelet, covered
in rhinestones, went missing for months after i had first
bought it. where did i find it? in my camper parked in my
backyard, it was in a storage untit under the actual "living
space" of the rv. how did it get there? i have NO IDEA. i
had not been in or near the camper for those months, and my
bracelet did not have a faulty clasp because i tested it.
i have to idea how to explain some of the miraculous scary
things that happen to me in this house. i have heard voices,
seen shadows that do not belong, and i've experienced almost
terrifying situations.
think i'm crazy yet? just wait, this is only my second
entry.....




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