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Haunted by a Dead Cat

Haunted by a Dead Cat

My cat Licorice passed away on Nov. 29, 2011. I moved to this place Oct. 2017, but she started to show up (?) in June of this year and has ruined my health.

“I have felt her paw, whiskers, nose …”

It started with the foot prints at night and then it was her crawling up under the bottom of my covers. Any night that I lay on the sofa (bad leg) she goes under the sofa and keeps hitting my back. I have ignored her for more than a month and have blocked all access to the sofa and the bed. I’m very confused though as I have felt her paw, whiskers, nose, claw and body.

“I can feel her kicking …”

As she’s dead, how can you do that as it’s just her spirit, and why is it when she’s under a pillow (which I just took away), I can feel her kicking? If I put my foot on the pillow to rest it or if I get up to go to the kitchen then come back to sit down and sit on her, I can feel her kick me so I move so I don’t hurt her???

My son thinks I’m losing it, but believe me, have a dead cat pat you on the shoulder and you’ll wish you were.

Haunted by a dead cat and desperate for answers

I don’t know where to go from here. Any suggestions? Please don’t think I’m a wacko, I’m not, just desperate for answers!

— D. Gideon in Canada

Thank you, D., for sharing your story. I’ll give my opinion on some of your issues, but please note that I’m no expert and these are simply opinions. I’ll share what a wise sage once advised me after speaking for hours about paranormal topics:

“Don’t believe anything I say, find out for yourself.”

That said, here I go. (In order as written in your story.)

  1. After six years and in a new “place” I wonder if you’re being haunted by Licorice, a dead cat. Similar affections? Mostly I hear of returns within weeks or months. Could it be something attached to the new “place”?
  2. I would not “ignore” this presence. Ignoring is tolerating. You’re the boss of your reality.
  3. Blocking physical access would have no effect. The spirit world is not bound by physical world rules. Blocking by means of your will should help.
  4. You wrote: “I can feel her kick me so I move so I don’t hurt her.” To me it seems that your moving to accommodate a dead cat is an act of acceptance.
  5. Your concern about hurting her (a dead cat) seems like an acceptance. In my opinion, there is no hurt. It doesn’t belong here. It is not of this dimension.
  6. REMEMBER: this is your story, your stage. You are the boss of your reality in this three-dimensional world.
  7. PROTECT YOURSELF. Envision and surround yourself with bright white light, know that only good and positive energies surround and protect you.
  8. TAKE CHARGE. There’s no wishy-washy here. No negotiation. You must demand and command action.
    Stand in the middle of the rooms where you’ve experienced the most activity. Muster internal strength. Be calm. Be firm.
    State the rules out loud: This is my home. This is my dimension, my reality. I command you to leave. Do not return. You must leave now. And repeat as necessary. Your only reaction should be GO AWAY.

— Kat

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Asian ghost appears to young teen.

Asian ghost appears to young teen.

I’ve always had weird experiences as a kid, some I can remember and some I can’t.… When I was a young teenager, about 13 years old, I had a “girlfriend” who I was absolutely obsessed with, and she with me. We would spend hours on the phone which lasted into the wee hours of the night. Naturally this drove my parents nuts. Back then, if you were on the phone, anyone calling the house would just get a busy signal; no answering machines. It got so bad that my parents pulled the landlines from all the phones and hid them for about a week. I remember I had a really hard time sleeping that week because I was so used to staying up and taking about nothing with my girlfriend.

At this time, me and my brother shared a room. Our beds were arranged to be perpendicular to each other. The foot of my bed was closest to his bed and the window was on the right side of my bed with the door to our room on the left side. As I laid there and looked over to my brother, I remember being jealous that he was sound asleep and here I was wide awake.

An Asian ghost appears. “His entire body was transparent. But then he slowly started filling up with color.”

It was a hot summer night and we didn’t have air conditioning so the window was wide open. As I was staring at his bed, I suddenly felt a light breeze. I remember thinking it was weird because there had not been a single breeze all night. As I turned to look at the window I saw what resembled a transparent head flying into the room. It made its way over to the door. It was so transparent that I wasn’t sure what it was right away. As I turned my head and focused on the door, a man started to appear.

At first, body started to appear and seemed to grow from the head. His entire body was transparent. But then he slowly started filling up with color. I remember he was wearing a yellow tank top. As he became more clear and his face started to come into view, I could see his strong cheek bones and a long sharp jawline. I could tell he was Asian. It took me a few seconds (which seemed like forever) for my body to be able to move. As soon as I was able able move, I jumped out of my bed and right into my little brother’s bed. I looked over to the door but it was gone. I was still terrified and closed my eyes then slept in his bed for the rest of the night.

“I was going to tell my parents about what had happened, but my mother got a call and went berserk.”

The next day I didn’t tell anyone. Later that week, my parents decided to hook the phones back on. I remember I was going to tell my parents about what had happened, but my mother got a call and went berserk. Her dad had passed away and they weren’t able to get a hold of us because my parents had detached the phone lines. She was so angry at me because she blamed me for having to disconnect our phones. I felt guilty but was also angry because I refused to believe it was my fault, so we stopped taking for a few days. I just never brought it up because I figured the death of my grandfather overshadowed my experience.

We had come to the states as refugees (from Laos) for 14 years at this point, but her parents had decided to stay in the old country. It cost a lot of money to make a long distance call back then, so my mother and her family did not talk much which made it even harder for her when he passed.

“It felt very real and I remember it very clearly even to this day.”

Years later, my mother’s mom (my grandmother) and her brothers (my uncles) and their families finally made the move to the States. My very first meeting with one of the uncles sort of shocked me. He looked very similar to the apparition that I had seen in my room that hot summer night. That jogged my memory which I then finally told my parents the story. They weren’t sure what to make of it and to this day believe that I imagined it. But it felt very real and I remember it very clearly even to this day.

“Grandfather’s ghost appears in a youthful form.”

I often wonder/speculate if it was my grandfather in his youth form that appeared to me the night he died.

— Anonymous in Wisconsin

(This true ghost story was submitted to DreamWatch and was edited for length. — Kat)

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Scary Dreams Shared by Sisters

Scary Dreams Shared by Sisters

I dream vividly most of the time and I have had disturbing, fearful, scary dreams every night for two weeks. However, I am not remembering details of the dreams, only that I am afraid or scared. I wake up, then turn on light in bedroom and go back to sleep after a few minutes.

“Two full weeks of disturbing, scary dreams.”

At the end of two weeks, my sister who lives in another state was in town visiting my parents and I told her I had not been sleeping well for the last two weeks and I mentioned my disturbing scary dreams. My sister, who does not believe in ghosts, told me the same thing! She said she seldom dreams or remembers the dreams but had been experiencing the same fear dream for two weeks also!

“Someone was in the house….”

We were both having dreams of fear as if someone was in the home that was an intruder, waking up afraid, scared. All the dreams are of waking up in the dream and feeling intense fear, someone in the house, not quite sure why the fear.

In one her dreams my sister saw an older man in the doorway of her bedroom and he was turning away to leave. He had grey hair with leg-o’-mutton (mutton chop) sideburns like Elvis or Civil War soldiers.

“I woke up again last night, scared…”

I woke up again last night, scared and turned on the light to go back to sleep. Two days later, my dreams stopped and I slept through the night. My sister had not commented on her dreams since and has gone back home to another state.

What are we seeing, hearing, feeling, that is in common? What could recurring fear dreams for two sisters in two separate states mean? Any comments would be wonderful. I am stumped.

— Donna in Ohio

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Donna, thank you for sharing your story about recurring scary dreams shared with your sister. That you and your sister live in different U.S. states has nothing to do with your shared dreams, she could live on the other side of earth or the moon. The distance of space is a three-dimensional thought, which is where our bodies live. In my opinion, spirits and dreams live elsewhere. I wish I had more to offer.

— Kat

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Ghost Girl in the Tree

Ghost Girl in the Tree

As a 19-year-old in the early nineties, I worked as a nursing assistant at a local nursing home. One day in January 1993 when I was walking past one of the resident’s rooms I was stopped by the room’s occupant. She pointed to her window and said, “There. There’s a naked girl in the tree out there.”

“I told her everything is OK …”

Her window faced the woods behind the facility, which separated our grounds from the local university. Needless to say, I did not see anyone in the tree. I told her everything is OK and went about my duties.

Frantic and tearful … “Please get her down …”

The next day she was frantic and tearful. She kept saying, “Please go get that girl down from the tree! She’s naked and it’s cold! See, see, she’s right there in the tree! Please get her down and put some clothes on her!” The nurses had to medicate her and I put her in bed.

Searching the wood

Moving on to the next day, she called out to me and a co-worker and said, “You see, they are going to get her down.” There were several men behind the facility. I later found out that they were detectives searching the wood.

That night on the local news they announced that they found the body of a missing university student in those woods. She had gone missing two days prior. My heart sank! I began to wonder if the resident, who was diagnosed as having dementia, saw the ghost of that student.

Ghost girl in the tree

That event has stuck with me over the years and I can remember it like it was yesterday.

— Pensacola Nurse in Florida

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Thank you Pensacola Nurse for sharing your ghost story about the girl in the tree. It continues to amaze me that a paranormal experience, a brief encounter, vision or dream lives so vividly in memory for decades.

— Kat

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A Sign from Beyond in a Pretty Blue Bag

A Sign from Beyond in a Pretty Blue Bag

On Mar. 13, 1999, my Dad called me to tell me that Mom died. Massive heart attack. Though divorced, they both resided in Ohio. I lived, and still do in Arizona. This news blindsided me, as I spoke to her the previous day, and she sounded fine.

I lived with my cat of 17 years, Pinky, in a nice one-bedroom apartment. Once I got off the phone with Dad, I went outside for a walk to clear my head a bit. Was walking through the apartment complex next door to mine, and came across a beautiful blue bag, sitting on the top of a dumpster. I’ve never before, or have since, picked up anything out of the trash, but the bag was really pretty, and my favorite shade of blue, so I got up on the dumpster, and retrieved the bag.

Ask for a sign

Returned home, and set the bag on the kitchen floor. Called my best friend, and told her the news; she said she’d come by. I took a quick bath, so as to clean my face up from crying, and while in the bath, was “talking” to my Mom, saying, “Mom, you’ve got to give me a sign, because I don’t know whether I should stay in Phoenix, or go to Cleveland for the funeral.” (Could not afford to miss work by going, and was not going to leave Pinky with just anybody, due to his age. Also, the friend that came over was leaving the next day on a business trip, so there went my only potential cat sitter.) Anyhow, as soon as I said those words to my Mom, I said, “Oh no, you can’t give me a sign, cuz you know you’ll scare me to death!” (I don’t like paranormal or ghostly stuff; usually too scary for me.)

The pretty blue bag

Got out of the tub, and dressed, and with that my friend came over. We were sitting in my living room, and I was telling her about “talking” to my Mom, when I happened to look over at the kitchen. The blue bag that I had found earlier was pointing right at me with three big, bright letters staring me in the face. The letters were S-T-A. (Stay). I flipped! I ran and grabbed the bag, turns out when i set it down, there were 4 letters on the side, A-S-T-A, but somehow the first A folded back, and was out of sight. Weird!

Looked at the front of the bag, and the A-S-T-A was spelled out on the front as American Society of Travel Agents, which fits, as I would have had to make a plane reservation to go to Cleveland. Then, it dawned on me, also, as I told my friend, “Geez, that’s why you’re here, because she (Mom) knew if I would’ve done this while I was alone, I would’ve really lost it!” So…

Travel agency coincidence?

I did not go to Cleveland, but the following week, I took the bag to a Travel Agency in my town called: STA Travel. Same blue and white letters in their logo, as what was on my bag. I rattled this whole story off to the Agency Owner, who then looked at the bag, and told me his agency did not put it out, and he’d never seen a bag like that before! Even though it matched his Logo exactly. Weird!

— Christine in Arizona

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Christine, Thanks for your story about A Sign from Beyond in a Pretty Blue Bag. I appreciate the little details and was amused by your dumpster rescue of the bag. Kicked to the curb (literally), I grabbed one of my favorite little odd chairs, tossed it in the car and sped away. Your “rescue” is a better story.

— Kat

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Boy ghost in the closet

Little boy ghost in the closet. “Strange things started to happen…”

This is my paranormal experience about a little boy ghost in the closet.

My grandmother was sick with cancer and so my grandparents decided to give me her canopy bed. Strange things then started to happen the days after. Every night around 3:00 am on the dot my closet door would open and a little boy would walk out. This happened to me for seven days straight.

“I can still describe this little boy ghost in the closet.”

He had on dirty old clothes, he had pale skin, bowl hair cut, and dark eyes like the dead. He would stand at the foot of my bed for about 15 minutes or so then he would turn around and walk back into the closet. I am still afraid of the closet to this day.

— Heather in Kansas

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War ghosts haunt converted church

WWI ghosts haunt converted church.

Converted church in England houses WWI ghosts.

So, I live in a converted church and always feel wary that something is within my bed room or as if something is watching me. Only a few days ago I felt like researching my home and I discovered that the church car park was a grave yard back in World War I. WWI ghosts?

“I can speak to ghosts. … Something was in my bed.”

I have also found out I can speak to ghosts. I woke up feeling like something was in my bed and I couldn’t move, I just lay and then moved as quickly as I possibly could, I turned over with my back to the object. I then couldn’t sleep as I saw a figure of a women standing next to my bed so then I turned over again and tried to forget about it.

“I heard footsteps and knocking on my door.”

A few weeks later I began to see things and heard footsteps and knocking on my door. I then recorded it on my phone so that I could play it to my parents as I was hesitant to get off my bed. That night I saw a girl lay at the end of my bed and a little boy stood next to her with what looked like a gas mask around his neck. I decided to lie so that I couldn’t see anything, and woke up early hours in the morning with a child’s voice whispering in my ear.

I now see these people in my room almost once a week and feel as though they follow me round school and are watching me sleep. But these past few nights I can’t sleep and have had the bed cover pulled off me and had things going missing in my bedroom, has anybody also had this?

— Rosie in England

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Creaky Old House of Ghosts

A grandmother’s house is supposed to be warm and nurturing, filled with knickknacks gathered over a lifetime and the aroma of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. A place to test the boundaries of already loose rules. My nana’s creaky old house was all of that and more.

Creaky old house with a history of ghosts

Located halfway down a cut-through street in a small mill town in Maine, it was a rambling red two-story structure with a porch on the front and wild raspberry bushes out back for eating and making pies. Generations had come and gone, and in the early days it was common practice to give birth in the house. However, under less than sterile conditions and with limited or no medical intervention, an infant had to come out fighting for his life. From there, common childhood diseases threatened a child’s long-term survival.

Adding to the hardship, winters were long and arduous. I’d heard of a still birth after a fall on the ice and the premature death of a toddler who succumbed to what would now be a common cold. Under these circumstances, the dining room space would be rearranged for a casket for viewing before a funeral. On the side of the house, a door barely wide enough to fit the narrow box was used strictly for that special purpose.

As with any house of considerable age, stories passed along generations. I’d heard them as I was growing up and each tale seemed to be accepted by the extended family as intrinsic lore of the creaky old house.

Great-grandmother’s ghost

By the time I’d reached my teenage years, my father had relayed on several occasions about the night he saw my deceased great grandmother, whom he’d never met while she was alive. Finding himself suddenly awake in the wee hours, his eyes were drawn to the crib where I slept nearby. An ethereal female figure hovered as if checking on her baby. Not recognizing the woman, my father studied her face to memorize her features before she glided across the room and disappeared through the wall. The next day, he noticed a sepia-toned photo hanging on the wall that bore the image of the woman he’d seen the night before and learned it was my mother’s grandmother who had passed in that same room.

Grandfather’s ghost

Also prone to sharing tales, my mother often told the story of what happened after her father’s funeral one frigid January. She lay awake in the dark, thinking of how much he hated the cold and worrying about where he was. Was it cold there? As if in response, just outside her room, the landing at the top of the stairs lit with a warm glow, which she sensed was her father assuring her he was okay.

My ghost encounter

While an occasional story entertained and underscored the age of the house and the family history, none of it touched me directly. That is, until one summer when I stayed at my grandmother’s house without the rest of my family.

It was the summer between my junior and senior years of college. I was working nearby at a sleepaway camp on an idyllic lake replete with loons that called mournfully in the morning fog. The evening before a day off, my aunt and uncle picked me up and delivered me to my grandmother’s to stay the night. Nana let me sleep in her room since, as far as she was concerned, it had the best mattress.

Ghost footsteps down the hall

After we settled into our respective bedrooms and I pulled the cord on the solitary light above the bed, I lay still, listening to the quiet and reflecting on the hubbub I’d left behind at the camp. Soon I could hear footsteps approaching from down the hall. Heavy footsteps that practically echoed on the old wood floor. They weren’t my grandmother’s. At that time of night she would have worn slippers and shuffled along with no urgency.

The ghost beside my bed

These footfalls had a purpose and were closing the distance between us. My breathing quickened and grew shallow. My body stiffened and I pressed my closed eyes tighter. It would have taken a crow bar to get them open at that moment. I listened as someone entered my room and came up to the side of the bed where I lay—and stopped. All pulmonary function in my body shut down. I sensed a man and could feel him standing close. Would he reach out and touch me? Keeping my lids pressed shut, I willed whoever it was to go away. Please go away. I don’t want to know. Please go. My body broke out in a cold sweat. I listened, but there were no more footsteps. No sounds at all. Just deafening silence. Was he still there? Without ever opening my eyes again that night, at some point I finally fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke to brilliant sunshine flooding the room, and my thoughts went straight to what I’d heard the night before. Who had paid me a visit? One of my relatives who had passed long before I’d arrived on the scene? Someone more recent? I wasn’t ready to go down that path. It was too soon. Too raw.

Becoming accustomed to ghosts

Although certain members of my family had the ability to sense paranormal activity, I wanted no part of it. The thought terrified me. What if I was particularly good at it and it went beyond the occasional occurrence? Or what if I opened the wrong door and invited in a less-than-desirable spirit—something evil? At that point in my life, I couldn’t wrap my head around it and chose to construct a wall of sorts to keep it all out. Leave me alone. Please.

It wasn’t until a few years later when I’d grown more used to the idea of being open to paranormal that I began to embrace the idea. Once I accepted the very real possibility I could connect, I began to experience interactions with the other side. Unlike my initial experience, alone and quivering in my grandmother’s bed, I’ve been consistently intrigued with each one—coming away in awe and reverence. None have scared me. Not yet, anyway.

— Penny, Connecticut

This true ghost story was submitted by mystery author Penny Goetjen. See our conversation about books, writing, and life on my personal author blog: Writings on the Wall. Penny’s interview is titled: Precipice series author Penny Goetjen in conversation.

— Kat

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Mysteries & Moonlight Facebook Event

You’re invited to Mysteries & Moonlight.

Join the conversation about dreams, spirits, and otherworldly topics live on Facebook.

Mysteries & Moonlight Facebook Event, Thursday, October 19, 2017, 6 to 8pm

Mysteries & Moonlight, a Facebook Event

Join DreamWatch developer Kathryn Orzech, author of mysteries, suspense, and the dark side of history; mystery author Penny Goetjen; and Julie Griffin, ghost photographer-psychic-medium in a lively discussion of dreams, spirits, and otherworldly topics. Don’t be scared, log into your Facebook account and the Mysteries & Moonlight Event and join the conversation live on Facebook.

Penny Goetjen, Mystery Author

Penny Goetjen, Mystery Author

Meet mystery author Penny Goetjen.

Penny Goetjen, a self-proclaimed eccentric, plots murder mysteries, often writing by candlelight, particularly on dark, gray days or in the late hours of the night. Fascinated with the paranormal, she often weaves a subtle, unexpected twist into her stories. When her husband is asked how he feels about his wife writing murder mysteries, he answers with a wink, “I sleep with one eye open.”

Meet Julie Griffin, ghost photographer.

Julie Griffin, Ghost Photographer

Julie Griffin, Ghost Photographer

Real Ghost stories you can see with your own eyes.

Julie Griffin began paranormal investigation nearly a decade ago when she began capturing anomalies with a digital camera. She continues to collect photographic evidence in Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New York, and Pennsylvania. Gettysburg is her favorite location.

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“Some paranormal thing … started with footsteps outside my door.”

Some paranormal thing.

Hi guys, so this thing is going on for about a couple of months. Anyway I live in an old house. I do not know the history of this house, but I have been experiencing some paranormal thing.

“It started with footsteps outside my door at around 10pm.”

At first I thought that it was one of my parents just walking around getting thing ready for the next day. But when I woke up and asked my parents what time they went to bed, they told me they went to bed at 9pm because they had a big day at work. After my parents said that, I thought it was the people up stairs. My parents told me it wasn’t them. The couple both work at the pub until six in the morning. So I got a little creeps but I thought it was just my head playing with me because I was tired, but that night something weird happened.

“That night something weird happened.”

I went to bed and I was about to close my eyes when I saw this mobile (for babies with stars) above my face. And it was going round above my head for about 20 seconds. I thought I was dreaming but my eyes were open! I rubbed my eyes and that’s when I nearly got a heart attack!!!

This bony pale face of a man was only 10 cm (approx. 4 inches) from my face!! As soon as I saw this it came towards my face really fast. I covered my face with my blanket and my heart was like about to explode. I was really scared to get up and turn the light on in my room. So I used my iPod touch to see if there was anything there. As soon as I felt I was safe, I jumped off my bed really fast and turned the light on. I felt safer than before but I still had the feeling of someone staring at me so I got my iPod out and started playing this game.

“I felt ok at first until …”

The next night I got this little night light for my room. I felt ok at first until I heard someone whisper in my ear. From then I got a lamp in my bed room and I decided to listen to music while sleeping which helps me to go to sleep without any fear. So that’s my story. I still sometimes get some really bad feeling about the house, but hope they will go away.

Second message from Saki—some paranormal thing.

Hi guys, I started having a really bad feeling about my house again and I told my mum about this. My mum didn’t believe me, but she told me to put holy water and holy oil around my room so I did what she told me to do. I felt ok now, but as soon as I turned off my room light and turned on my little blue light on the floor, the blue light exploded. Suddenly standing in the dark, I got so scared I had to run out of my room and talk to my mum.

— Saki, Sydney, Australia

Thanks for sharing your story, Saki. Your experience seems to fit in two of our true paranormal categories: Haunted Places and Phantom Smells, Sounds, Lights. Look for similar stories at these links or by choosing from the Select Category drop down menu. Thank you for writing. —Kat 

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