Ghost Cat in the Attic
Ghost Cat in the Attic . This is a pretty unusual story, but it really happened. It’s true that not everyone believes in ghosts, but I do, and although this was only one of my many interactions with the supernatural, it solidified my belief in the hereafter.
This took place while I was just eight years old at the time. (8)
My bus driver’s wife had a cat that she wanted to get rid of, so she initially gave it to me, and of course I accepted the female kitten from her. My bus driver’s wife had a kitten that she wanted to get rid of. Dozier was the name I given to my black-and-white tabby cat when I got her, and I believe she was the first pet cat that I ever owned, if my memory serves me well. She was a really friendly cat, and I knew for a certain that she belonged to me since she followed me around everywhere I went.
Now that we had numerous additional cats, we had a problem with them getting into our attic. It appeared as though we could not keep them out, so we decided to put up boards in the spots that they were getting into the attic via; nonetheless, Dozier would always find a way in. Dozier had found the hole, and we began playing with each other through it. I would feed her if I had any food in my room, and she would remain there for hours and play with me. The hole was a wide rectangular opening and was located in the corner of the ceiling of my bedroom.
We had this cat for around a year, which is long enough for her to have given birth to a litter of kittens while we still owned her. My grandfather discovered her body in the road as we were all on our way to the shop. It had been around two weeks since she had given birth to her babies. He had just thrown her over the hill as an alternative to really burying her. I was in a state of sadness and depression when my mother eventually chose to tell me about it that evening. That cat and I had a really special relationship, and I couldn’t believe that my grandfather had decided not to bury her.
So we were left to take care of her kittens all by ourselves. A few days later, after Dozier had passed away, I was sitting in my bedroom doing my homework when suddenly I saw a black and white paw coming through the hole in my ceiling. Without really thinking about it, I was relieved to see Dozier because my homework was getting on my nerves, and I went to play with her. Now that her death had completely slipped my mind, I was really playing with her and petting her. Then I turned to see if I had some food for her when all of a sudden it hit me that she was dead, and I fell flat on the floor trying to get away from her. I busted my head on the floor in the process, but the pain didn’t bother me at all. When I looked back up at the hole, she was still there, just like she had been every other time, waiting for me to bring her something.
I went to my mother and asked her to summon all of her cats onto the porch, after which I had her come into the bedroom so that she could see it for herself. After that, I left the room. This cat had been killed, and it was still there. I was one scared young girl until all of a sudden I knew why she had come back to me, two reasons for her return: the first was to tell me good bye, and the other was that she was not at rest. I went from being afraid to understanding why she had come back to me. When I got home from school the next day, I walked over the hill where my grandfather had tossed her and found what was left of her. I buried her in the hills, and I haven’t seen her since then. Therefore, I laid her spirit to rest, and from that point on, she was content and had no cause to return.
Seeing a ghost is one thing, but really being able to interact with one is something that stays with you for the rest of your life. They want us to assist them in crossing over to the other side, which is why there are so many ghosts that want to communicate with the living world.