The Ghost Cat in the Attic
by Tasha Slone
This is a very strange but true story. Not
everyone believes in ghosts but I do and I have had several experiences with
the super natural, this is only one of my encounters.
This happened when I was only (8) eight years
My bus driver's wife had a kitten and she
wanted to get rid of it so she offered it to me first and of course I took the
female kitten from her. Now this was the first cat that I can remember owning,
she was a black and white cat and for some reason I gave her the name Dozier.
She was a very sweet cat and she truly was mine because she was every where
that I was.
Now we had several other cats and we had a
problem with them getting into our attic, seemed like we could not keep them
out so we decided to put up boards in the places that they were getting in
through but Dozier would always find a way in. Now in my bed room there was a
large rectangular hole in the corner of the ceiling: now Dozier had found this
hole and we started playing with each other through this hole and I would feed
her if I had any food in my room, she would stay there for hours and play with
We had this cat for maybe a year, we had her
long enough for her to have a litter of kittens. About two weeks after her
having her kittens my grandfather had found her dead in the road when we all
had gone to the store. Instead of burying her he had just thrown her over the
hill. When mom had finally decided to tell me that evening I was sad and
depressed because that cat and I were so close and I couldn't believe that my
grandfather didn't bury her.
Well we were left to care for her kittens.
Days later after Dozier's death I was sitting in my bed room doing home work
when suddenly I saw a black and white paw coming through the hole in my
ceiling and not really thinking I was glad to see Dozier because my home work
was getting on my nerves and I went to play with her. Now her death had
completely slipped my mind and I was really playing with her and petting her
then I turned to see if I had some food for her when suddenly it hit me that
she was dead and I fell flat on the floor trying to get away from her and I
busted my head on the floor but the pain didn't faze me. I looked back up at
the hole and she was still there waiting for me to bring her something like
she always did.
I went to my mother and asked her to go
outside and call all of her cats on the porch then I had her to come in the
bed room and she saw it to. This dead cat was still there. I was one terrified
little girl then suddenly I had realized why she had came back to me, two
reason for her return; one was to tell me good bye and the other one was that
she was not at rest. The next day when I came home from school I went over the
hill where my grandfather had thrown her and found what was left of her and I
buried her in the hills and I never seen her again. So I put her soul to rest
and she was satisfied and had no reason to come back.
Seeing a ghost is one thing but seeing one
and touching one is something that you never forget. The reason that so many
ghosts try to reach the living is because they want us to help them to reach
the other side.
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