I have just had the freakiest experience of my life. I'm staying home alone while my grandmother is visiting another country. I'm 24, so I'm used to being alone by now, so I'm handling this pretty well. At least I was until a few moments ago.
I got up to feed the animals and was preparing the cat's food. While I was doing so, I saw out of my peripheral vision a black cat walking into the kitchen from the hallway. It stared at me a moment before turning and walking into the living room. I own two black cats and since I was preparing cat food, I didn't think anything of it at first. It wasn't until I went to bring the food to the cat that it hit me that yes, I do own two black cats, but they live at my dad's house, not here. The only cat that lives here is a brown tiger cat and she's locked in another part of the house due to my grandmother's cat allergy, so it couldn't have been her. I told you before that I've seen the spirit of my grandmother's deceased cat here, but that definitely wasn't him. Rascal was bright yellow with green eyes and this cat was pitch black with yellow eyes.
I was significantly freaked out, so I quickly went to feed the cat when I heard a loud thump in the living room. I checked what it might be but nothing was out of place. I fed the cat and rushed downstairs to feed the dogs and I made sure I brought one up with me because I didn't feel safe being alone. Normally she gets really excited when she realizes she's going to get to sleep in my room with me, but this time she stopped her run in the hallway and looked down towards the kitchen. I still had all the lights on so I could see if there was something there, but there wasn't.
I had to carry her to my room because she wouldn't budge and she didn't take her eyes off the kitchen. I was too scared to go back and turn off the lights, so they're all still on. I haven't heard any more weird sounds and Sophie went back to normal once I brought her in the room with me.
What has me significantly creeped out is that this cat looked just like my Shadow. I called my sister up, and I don't care how late it was or that it was a school night, and asked her if he was okay because I was freaked out that something might have happened and he was coming to say goodbye. He's fine, which makes it even more unnerving because now I have no idea what I just saw.
I don't think the house is haunted, or at least I hope not, since I've never seen anything here aside from the occasional comforting visit from Rascal. My mom has told me before that we both might be conduits for paranormal activity. We've both certainly seen a lot of it in our lifetimes. I'm wondering if this might be just a one-off occurrence related to this supposed sensitivity.
On another note, a couple days ago, before my grandmother left, she told me that she saw a hawk fly by that part of the house with a black kitten in its talons, so maybe I'm just detecting its spirit.