This story was submitted as a comment to Evil and the Hidden Basement. This comment is so interesting it has been published as its own story.
Amazing, never thought I would ever stumble across another person who has had an experience involving black cats like myself. I was only six at the time when I had this beyond strange experience, but I know it happened, I know what I saw!
One afternoon I was upstairs in my parents room playing, and the door was open to their private walkout (porch). Anyway, something had caught my cat’s attention at the screen door, he was very agitated I recall. I went over by him and looked out the door . At first nothing, then moments later some black cats appeared walking out of a path from the woods. I cannot remember how many. Six maybe seven? Cannot remember. But they came out in a single file line. There was a tree stump in the clearing behind our house, and the cats walked to it and assembled themselves like they were having a meeting!
There was one cat amongst them who was significantly bigger than the rest. He (for some reason to this day I feel it was a he) took a seat on the stump, and the other sat and faced him. They were all intently looking at him, and he at them. Now I’m watching this out the screen door, and my cat Shadow, who by the way looked just like them, sheer coincidence I’m sure, was flipping out. Shadow was hissing, spitting, growling, you name it Shadow was doing it. But those cats “things” never acknowledged him. Not Once. Me I was mesmerized by them! I called to them over and over, and got no reaction.
I ran down stairs to the kitchen to grab something to give them, see if that would work. I remember grabbing Oscar Meyer bologna, cut me some slack, I was six! And yes I was a weird kid! Anyway I remember my mom asking me what I was doing, I said trying to feed some hungry kitties, and took off back upstairs.
When I got back upstairs they were still there. And my cat was still flipping out, poor Shadow. I opened the screen door and threw food down toward the cats. They didn’t even look over! So about now you would think I should be scared. Their behavior was so strange. I called a couple more times, and finally one acknowledged me, well sort of. It was the big one sitting before the others. He merely glanced up at me, stared at me briefly, then turned his head away back towards the others. Shortly thereafter they quietly walked back into the woods.
I ran downstairs and outside to the back of the house and into the woods where the cats had gone, and they were nowhere be found. I never saw them again. I told my mom about it, of course she didn’t believe me. Guess it doesn’t help when your a strange child to begin with. To this day my mom recalls that “incident”. She said even though to this day she wants to believe it was just my fantastical imagination at work, she just can’t wrap her head around it. I was obviously not dreaming because, well I didn’t nap, I was a hyper six year old. But she has admitted that it scared her, and it just made her even more uneasy about being home at night alone with the kids in that big house in the woods.My father worked the late shift you see.
We stayed there about another year not even. I believe in the bizarre, I’ve seen it. And with that strange encounter, I’d learned that there are things out there that escape rational explanation. Like my mother had said to this day she can’t wrap her head around it. Well I’m the one that experienced it, and saw it with my own two eyes. And I cannot wrap my head around it either. No, I didn’t grow up disturbed either! I’m a perfectly normal individual living my perfectly normal life with that little exception.
Sent in by Anonymous, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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Well that’s just creepy.
wowwe….that is really spooky…… i wud b scared out of my wits….im sorta like u….a hyper 11 yr old girl!!!!!!
Wow, maybe they were witches!
P.S. Forgot to add, great story
very cool!! i would have loved to see that!! to bad your mom didn’t witness this event with you.
I know my comment has nothing to do with your story but it just brought back my memories.
When I was 6 years old my best-friend sonya and I went to my church when we found a black cat. No one was inside the church. Inside in front of the church are the saints, and by the side there is a well with holy water to use when batiste a child. We brought a childrens bible and started the rites for batising a baby for the black cat half way there our Father Roy walked in the Church and saw us. At first he was angry and asked me what I was doing. I explain to him that I was batising the black cat. He then asked me why, I told him because I wanted to protect all the black cats in the world and by batising one black cat it will protect all the black cats from people who harms them thinking they are evil and from the witches that use their bones for rituals. He then understood I did it with a good in my heart to protect the animals and so he finished the rites for us and we all left with a smile in our face and he looked happy as if something wonderful he had witness. So that is all I just wanted to say. I love black cats!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don’t believe they are evil unless it’s a demon or witch in them.
child like, that was a very cool thing to do!! black cats do get a bad rap don’t they. i’ve never had on but she was very close to it. i think black cats are special. thanks for sticking up for them!
I have to agree with trolldoll, that was a lovely thing to do. Such a pure heart!
Wow, child like. That was really sweet. I truly believe, with all my heart, that all animals are inherently good, and it sounds like you are too!
For some reason I can’t get this story out of my head! I had a white cat with black spots once, that I named Vaca ( spanish word for cow, but I’m not spanish, the cat had the same patterns as a cow) The cat was normal inside the house, but would always sit under the dining room table and just stare at me. Once it got outside, it completley changed character, it would attack you, and I don’t mean attack like a cat, he would actually claw and while biting turn it’s head from side to side, like it was killing prey. My husband had gone to the emergency room 2 x’s because of that, once they told him he was lucky, cause the cat almost bit the vein in his arm, another time he actually had to punch the cat in the head, he knocked it out, and once back in the house again the cat was normal, then one day it started acting like that in the house, wanting to attack people, we had to get rid of the cat, of course. I believe that this cat was possessed, for a long time after that I was very leary of getting another cat, but I do have one and it’s nothing like that cat was………….I think animals are like people, some of them are just jerks!
Weird… demons can mainfest themselves into any form… I personally find black cats beautiful and as loving as any other… but I think you saw something taking the form of those cats. You said they came out of the woods? Who knows who could be buried there or was it a coven of witches using cats to mask their true identity? I believe you saw what you saw…..
Creepy story but I loved it. If that would have been me at that age I would have been out trying to catch them lol. Makes you stop and think tho,when your animals look at you with a human expression. How animal are they really. Karen M I belive your right to lol some pets are just jerks. Your poor husband.