Before I begin I feel it is important to tell you about the relationship I have always had with cats, I have always viewed them as being sacred animals with a special connection to the afterlife, and I think of them as guardians. When I was born we already had a cat of 6 years of age so I grew up with her and as I didn't have many friends at school she was my best friend. And I mean it.
My experience happened ten years ago when I was six years of age. It happened in the early hours of the morning as it was still extremely dark. I would say around 1AM but being that age I can't quite remember, the only light available was coming through a small window above my door. As we always have the hall light on at night so we can see to go downstairs to the bathroom without tripping. My door was also slightly ajar so a thin strip of light was able to get through.
This meant my room was just above pitch black, meaning a could just about make out the shape of my TV and set of drawers without focusing too hard. I should also mention my room had a second bed in it at the time (this comes into play in a second).
It is also of importance to this experience that I tell you my cats appearance. Her name was Cleo. She was mainly white with an all black tail, all top of head and ears black, three large black patches on her back, a few tiny ones on her front and back legs and the most important part GREEN eyes. (remember this)
Cleo usually slept on my bed with me, but when I looked down she wasn't there so I looked around the room to see if she was anywhere else, I saw her sat a little further away from the corner of the other bed. Me still half asleep at this point didn't look closely or think anything of it. I lowered my hand down out of the bed and made clicking noises. She usually came when I did this. Nothing moved for a while, until the cat lifted its paw about to walk towards me.
At that point Cleo squeezed though the open door and rushed around the bed corner, past the other "cat" and came and nuzzled my hand. I froze and stared at what I thought was my cat, and suddenly noticed it had ice blue eyes that looked fiery at the same time. It stared back and I couldn't look away. But I felt and sharp sensation and looked down and realized Cleo just nipped my hand. When I looked back up the "cat" was gone. I believe Cleo protected me that day, my friend whose grandmother's side were all healers and who has dealt with her fair share of demonic entities feels it was trying to trick me into touching it or something, so it could hurt me. And that it thought taking the form of my cat would be the easiest way to do it.
I want to know what happened that night.