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The Little Ghost Cat

I’ve experience some really strange things in my life but I’ve never truly believed in ghosts to be honest, but I have an open mind so I don’t dismiss things so quickly.

I’ve always thought it would be cool to see a ghost but its not something I think about from day to day, my story starts a few months back when my boyfriend moved into a flat. It was a pretty old house which had been split into an upstairs and downstairs flat.

When my boyfriend moved into the flat he wasn’t allowed to keep any pets there which meant that he had to leave his cat back at his old house.

Within the first few weeks of moving in he was settled into the downstairs flat and I would sleep over at the weekends. One morning I was in the bedroom just sorting out some clothes and things and I saw a tortoiseshell cat sat on the floor …

June 26th, 2010 by Caretaker 

Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 21

Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1

My family and I have often had present the human members of our family after they have passed and our animal companions have been no different.

Bandit was a cattle dog / corgi cross – tan with a black eye patch of fur across his face (hence the name Bandit) that my Dad bought when I was three. The only conscious memory I have of my Dad, is the back of his head as he drove the car home the day we bought Bandit.

Bandit was the only constant in my life until he died when I was 18 and in my last year of High School. In his day, not even 6′ wooden fences could stop him escaping with his strong cattle dog shoulders, he’d just jump and power climb the vertical wooden wall until one day an encounter with a bus during …

January 6th, 2010 by Caretaker