It was October 12, 2004. I was 10 years old at the time, and lived in Columbus, Ohio. My mom and dad decided to move in a big house in a small town. I really had a bad feeling about the house, it just wasn't that I didn't like it or anything although the house was really old, and it did need a new paint job. So, about 2 or 3 weeks later after moving in, my dad called the landlord to come over and paint the house into a light blue color. The landlord came in with his partner and they went straight to work.
I decided to go upstairs to my room, and get on the phone, so I can talk to my friends. When I came in, I shut the door behind me, and the windows were already shut and locked. Remember, I am upstairs. After making some phone calls, and talking to some of my friends, there was this black cat, with a little bit of white on its chest, at my window. I went to open the window, and it was already unlocked, and by the time I opened it, the cat disappeared. I closed the window, and locked it. When I walk fast to the door to go downstairs, because of course I'm freaked out, the door swings open by itself. I'm wondering how it could do that by itself.
On my way downstairs, my mom asked me if everything was ok, I said yes, and then told her about the door opening by itself. She said it was nothing, and I thought to myself that maybe she was right. I was probably just imagining stuff. Well, not everything. I know that the cat that I saw was not my imagination, and the unlocked window. I don't believe that anyone went into my room. My mom and dad aren't the type of parents who barge into my room to look through my stuff. I don't even have a brother or sister, I was an only child.
I went outside to walk a little, to know the place a bit. When I came back to my house, which was about 15 minutes later, there was the same cat I saw through my window. It was about 7 feet away from me, beside my house. This time I could see through it. I decided to run to it, to see if it's fake or not. The cat faced the other way, took a couple of steps, and faded away.
That was the last time I ever saw the cat again. I could still here the cat once each month through my window, and I just ignore it, so I kind of got used to it.