Hauntings, Part Deux
Okay. So. Part of what I wrote yesterday got lost and I'm annoyed about that. Blogger has done weird things with my posting ability lately.
So you get the cat story today. It was an addendum to the Kentucky story.
When we lived in Ky, we had some kittens-- three of them. My mom had found them near the water at the Boat Club she worked at-- they were in a bag. Someone had tossed them over but missed the water. Poor little things. We named them Starsky, Hutch, and Beretta. Because they had not been properly weaned, these kittens would suck on anything. Your earlobe. Your fingers, your neck. Whatever. They weren't picky. It was weird, and a little creepy the way they did it.
This was a little bit before we moved out of the haunted house in Ky. My sister, her boyfriend, and I left first while my mom sold the house. We moved to Mississippi, where we lived in a rickety, icky trailer. I must have been about five-ish by then cause I was in 1st grade.
After a little while in the house, before my mom came down, I started having this thing happen at night when I went to bed in my narrow scratchy-covered twin bed. This ghost cat would jump up on the bed and suck on my ears, or neck. Not in a vampire way, but like those three kittens we had. I knew it was a black cat, and I knew that it really was happening. I would lie there awake and this cat would circle my head and suck on my earlobes. I don't know what my mom had done with the three kittens-- Beretta was the black one. She gave them to someone, I'm sure--but perhaps something bad happened after that. (I've never asked-- perhaps she'll comment on this since she reads the blog). So I don't know if the ghost cat was Beretta or what.
But I began to refuse to go to bed. I would lie on the floor in the living room and try to fall asleep in front of the TV, cause if I got put in bed while asleep I wouldn't be attacked by ghost kitty.
My sister said I was just dreaming. But I was NOT dreaming. I know this partly because of the way I stopped the ghost kitten.
Sister got mad at me and wouldn't let me fall asleep on the floor anymore, and insisted I go to bed. So, lying there with ghost kitten walking around creeping me out seriously, I came up with the idea of covering my head with the blanket. I would lie there in the stuffy under the cover darkness and feel the cat hop up on the bed from below, walk around my covered up head, pat its paws at the covers. It circled and circled. This happened for several nights in a row, and then it stopped coming.
So I was haunted by a ghost kitten. I believe it may have been Beretta, cause he was my favorite of the three not-drowned kittens from KY. But could it have been him? What happened to those kittens? Perhaps, because they lived in the haunted Kentucky house he joined the "spirit world"? Maybe he was just astrally projecting? But I still, to this day, swear that I was not dreaming. I can remember the feeling of that cat circling, circling. And how sad I was that he stopped coming, even though it had really creeped me out. Cause then it seemed he was really lost.
And that's not all, dearies. More haunted stories to come. ....
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