This is my only encounter with the paranormal.
I had a cat since the day I was born his name was Tinker and he died when I was 7 years old.
I know how he died.
My Uncle had his dogs taken off him by the RSPCA for starving his dogs which my other uncle (who was living with me and my mother at the time) offered to look after them for a while and because we already had a cat we had to put the cat in the bedroom and only let him out when me and my uncle took the dogs for a walk.
Anyway one day I (think and still blame myself for) accidently left the bedroom door open and we went shopping and the dogs made my cat die of shock.
When I came back from shopping I found my cat dead on the bedroom floor which me being 7 at the time made me really upset and my uncle got a bag and buried my cat in the yard.
The next morning I got up and heard a meow which sounded a lot like my cats meow and I hopped out of bed thinking it was all a nasty dream I had and looked under my bed (where the meow was coming from) and too my surprise there was nothing there and I heard the meow again and it sort of frightened me because that was the first time I heard something without it being there.
To this day I believe it was my cat because he only meowed in my room and he died in my mom's bedroom and he only really trusted me because he used to hiss and spit at nearly everyone else that went near him.
In case anyone thinks my cat died out of age he never because just before I found him I saw the dogs running out the room and there was books and CD's all over the floor and its a surprise the TV never fell over even though it looked like it nearly did, and I actually held him before my uncle buried him.
Thanks for reading.