That Indiana Home Pt. 7

Yesterday my wife was in the kitchen and heard our outside cat, Samson, meowing as if he were under the sink. I informed her that I had just come in and he was near the front door, nowhere near the sink. I got up to check, and he was still there.

I’ve noticed that in some places, sounds are just as much the haunting as actually seeing things. I’ve also noticed that pets can be a muse for what happens. For instance, remember when I saw Redd running through the house on several occasions only to see him next to me or across the other side of the room? Well, maybe, our pets are being mimicked now.

Because just a few moments ago I was outside with Rosie. It was about midnight. She used the bathroom then ran back to me, huffing lightly. I let her in the house, then sat down in a chair to finish smoking my cigarette. A moment later I heard her huffing again, as if she were running up from behind me. I turned, expecting to see her, then as soon as I saw nothing I realized I had just let her in. It was exactly what I had heard a moment before when she ran up to the door.

I’m not sure if what I heard wasn’t maybe a coyote, we have them out here in the country in mass quantity. Regardless of what it might have been, I know one thing. It gave me the chills like I haven’t had in a while.

When I first started experiencing things I always wanted to SEE something, but usually just heard things. After finally seeing a couple of things, it turns out, I actually think hearing things is more creepy. I don’t know why, but for some reason they seem to affect me more.

Oh, lastly. I almost forgot. My wife was in her room the other day working on some projects and she saw the reflection of something white go by in her fishbowl that sits at eye level. She said whatever it was, it wasn’t Rosie, because it was much taller than her. And for the rest of the day she saw a black shadow out of the corner of her eye standing in her doorway.

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