When my ex-husband (then fiancé) and I moved into our first house together we were extremely excited with this big step in our lives. My excitement stemmed from the fact that I was only 19 at the time so, although we had lived together for about a year in an apartment with a room-mate, this would be my very first "home of my very own". He was six years older than I was and I believe his excitement was actually more focused on his just having finished a four year stint in the Navy and getting a great job with a very big name company in the IT field.
Two days after we moved into the house, M had to leave on a business trip for his new job. This would leave me to finish unpacking our new home, completely alone, for a week. That night I focused on the kitchen. I am an incredible neat-freak so I had to wash and line all of the cabinets and wash all of the dishes as I unpacked them. Needless to say, I did not finish that night. I went to bed with dishes and glasses lined up on towels along the counter top to dry.
The next morning I woke up to the sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen. My first groggy thought was "Oh, it's just the cat", as I had spent the first 18 years of my life living in a household that always had one or more cats. About five minutes later I sat bolt upright in the bed and said aloud "But we don't have a cat!" I got up and checked the kitchen but everything was as I had left it the night before.
Quite often, out of the corner of my eye, I would see a small shadow dart by. It usually headed from the kitchen, through the dining room and down the hall to our guest bedroom or vice versa. I only ever actually saw the small dark shadow but for some reason I pictured a fluffy white cat in my head and began to refer to it as "Fluffy". I never mentioned these experiences to M, not wanting him to think I was nuts, but I did talk to my parents about them occasionally. They are very open minded as they have both had experiences in their own lives.
Several months after the cat in the kitchen incident, M bought me a beautiful American Bulldog puppy. Thor would romp through the house as if he were playing with someone or something, particularly on the route I noticed "Fluffy" liked to take.
One night as Thor was tearing through the house, M turned to me and said "It kind of seems likes he's playing with something sometimes doesn't it?" "Yeah, it does" I said. "Do you ever see a shadow in the hallway?" he suddenly asked. "That's Fluffy!" I blurted out without thinking. "Who's Fluffy?" M asked. Well, so much for worrying about sounding nuts. I plunged into the story of the kitchen and my occasions of seeing "Fluffy". Luckily he didn't think I was nuts, since he had seen the shadow as well.
Although I have read many of your stories, this is the first story I have posted myself. I would welcome any comments and questions you may have. These are not the only odd occurrences that happened in the four years living in this house, or my life for that matter, and if anyone would be interested in hearing about them I would gladly post them for you to read when I get the chance. Thanks for taking the time to read.