The cat

My mom's house was built circa 1920 and is quite creepy. It's a city house, nice, but still scary with a freaky as hell basement. Anyway, it's a tri-plex, supposed to be a four-family house, but she converted one of the other floors into her office/store and this is where I sleep (in the back bedroom). Before she converted it into an office, a man named Kurt lived there and he had this black cat named, I think it was, Cindy or Cimmy or something like that. It died there years ago and it's spirit still roams. Sometimes, it messes around and fights with my mom's cats, scaring the fur offa them. I've seen it once before and felt it quite a few times. It lays up beside me sometimes when I sleep and once I felt it kneading my arm (cat's do this when they're kittens and sucking their momma's teats). My brother saw it once, too. It was late at night and walking in the living room. It disappeared before it reached the darkness. It's kinda cute and cool, but also scary at the same time.

It didn't, really.

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