I`ve been wandering around a bit in here, and finally got the courage together to post what happened to me a long long time ago. I haven`t noticed any similar events, so I think it`s safe to start a new topic.
This is something that happened around when I was 5 or 6.
I had just started school, and was overly excited about going, so it had to be pretty early on.
I don`t remember much about the day. I recall someone in the family had passed away, and my grandparents were attending the funeral. I lived with them, so it was normal for me to go with them. This day, however, I remember wanting very badly to go to school, and not deal with the boredom of a bunch of mourning people. So it was suggested that I spend the night with a friend of the family who would drop me off at school in the morning on her way to work. I really don`t think the death in the family had anything to do with what happened - it was just the reason I went to her house.
Anyway, I assume the night spent at her place was uneventful. I don`t remember anything about it, in fact.
In the morning, I remember her sitting me on the sofa while she got ready for work. I know I was already dressed, and had already eaten breakfast. She lived in an old house, so I sat there looking around and saw a tiny mouse hopping across the carpet. My grandparents had mice in the winter too, and I always considered it a treat if I was awake early enough and was quiet enough to spot one. I sat there watching this tiny mouse cautiously hop along when suddenly it stopped, perked up, and looked around. I`d say it was about a meter away from me. I assumed it had heard me breathing and was about to run. Suddenly, it flew up into the air and was literally torn apart before my eyes. I had never seen anything so horrible in my life. It`s head flew off and landed near the foot of the sofa, and most of it`s body a little way away from that.
I screamed, and the family friend came running. She too was stunned at the mouse and started asking me what happened.
I couldn`t stop looking at the body of the mouse. It moved. I swear, the front legs were there and it started dragging it`s body across the floor. I screamed, the friend looked and saw it too, picked me up and took me directly to school without another word.
For a long time, I thought this was some kind of nightmare, until I ran into the family friend. She asked me if I remembered anything "odd" happening when I was little. Of course I did, and she confirmed what had happened. Apparently she took me to school because she was scared to death and refused to go back into the house until her husband came home. The mouse body was still there, but it was against the wall, and they couldn`t find the head. She said it had seriously freaked her out and she insisted that they move ASAP. She also said that there had been other weird things happening - like hearing growling in the basement, finding blood spots along the hallway, etc. They had no pets.
This left a huge impression on me, and I get chills to the point of getting tears in my eyes even now from thinking about it.
A ghost cat? Demon? Evil mice?
This is something that happened around when I was 5 or 6.
I had just started school, and was overly excited about going, so it had to be pretty early on.
I don`t remember much about the day. I recall someone in the family had passed away, and my grandparents were attending the funeral. I lived with them, so it was normal for me to go with them. This day, however, I remember wanting very badly to go to school, and not deal with the boredom of a bunch of mourning people. So it was suggested that I spend the night with a friend of the family who would drop me off at school in the morning on her way to work. I really don`t think the death in the family had anything to do with what happened - it was just the reason I went to her house.
Anyway, I assume the night spent at her place was uneventful. I don`t remember anything about it, in fact.
In the morning, I remember her sitting me on the sofa while she got ready for work. I know I was already dressed, and had already eaten breakfast. She lived in an old house, so I sat there looking around and saw a tiny mouse hopping across the carpet. My grandparents had mice in the winter too, and I always considered it a treat if I was awake early enough and was quiet enough to spot one. I sat there watching this tiny mouse cautiously hop along when suddenly it stopped, perked up, and looked around. I`d say it was about a meter away from me. I assumed it had heard me breathing and was about to run. Suddenly, it flew up into the air and was literally torn apart before my eyes. I had never seen anything so horrible in my life. It`s head flew off and landed near the foot of the sofa, and most of it`s body a little way away from that.
I screamed, and the family friend came running. She too was stunned at the mouse and started asking me what happened.
I couldn`t stop looking at the body of the mouse. It moved. I swear, the front legs were there and it started dragging it`s body across the floor. I screamed, the friend looked and saw it too, picked me up and took me directly to school without another word.
For a long time, I thought this was some kind of nightmare, until I ran into the family friend. She asked me if I remembered anything "odd" happening when I was little. Of course I did, and she confirmed what had happened. Apparently she took me to school because she was scared to death and refused to go back into the house until her husband came home. The mouse body was still there, but it was against the wall, and they couldn`t find the head. She said it had seriously freaked her out and she insisted that they move ASAP. She also said that there had been other weird things happening - like hearing growling in the basement, finding blood spots along the hallway, etc. They had no pets.
This left a huge impression on me, and I get chills to the point of getting tears in my eyes even now from thinking about it.
A ghost cat? Demon? Evil mice?
