Hey guys, today I'm going to tell you about my memorable childhood incident. This is a very funny, but true story.

Not everyone believes in ghosts, but I do, and I've had a couple of experiences with the supernatural and this is one of my meetings.

This happened when I was approx 8 year old(10 year ago).

My bus driver's wife have a kitten, and she wanted to get rid of it, and that time I just love the cats. So, of course, I took the cat out of her. Now, this was the first cat I remember that, a black and white female cat, and for some reason, I gave it the name Dozier. She was a very cute cat.

Now, we have a couple of other cats, and we had trouble getting them on the top floor, it was as if we were not able to keep up, so we decided to put a plate in the place where they were, but Dozier always found a way to get to the roof. Now it's up to my room, it has a large rectangular hole in the corner of the ceiling; and now Dozier and I found the hole and started to play with each other. If I had something in the room to eat then I gave it to her. We spend hours just like this.

We have had this cat, maybe for years and we loved her for long enough for her to have a little of kittens. About two weeks after she gave birth the babies, my grandfather found her dead on the road. In the place of the burial of her, he threw her down the mountain. One day my mother decided to tell me, that night I was sad and depressed because of this. The cat was so close to my heart and it's hard to believe that my grandfather not bury her. Instead of this he threw her down the mountain…

Well, we did have to take care of her kittens. A few days Dozier's death, I was sitting in my room doing my homework. Suddenly, I saw a black and white hand through the hole in the ceiling. I feel so happy to see her. I just forgot about her death and used to play with her as usual then I turning around to see if I can get something to eat for her, suddenly, I realized that she was dead. You just imagine what was my condition? I scared, but looked down at the hole again, and she was still waiting for me to make her something like she always did.

I went to my mother's room and asked her to go out and call all the cats on the porch, and then I told her to go into the bedroom and looked in. The dead cat was still there. I was a scared little girl, and all of a sudden, I realized why she came back to me.

The next day, when I got from school, I went up to the hill with my friends, on the top of which my grandfather threw her down. After a few hour, we find her. I took her into my arms, put her on the proper place and buried her. From that day, I never saw her again. 

Seeing a ghost is one thing, but to see it and touch it…it is something that you will never forget…

So guys, do you believe in ghosts, or not?

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