So far, the stories I have posted have been about things that happened to me in my childhood. This story however takes place only about 7-8 years ago, shortly after we moved into our present home and is the only paranormal type event I have experienced in our present house.
It was an autumn evening after dark, and I was just getting home from work. I got out of my car, struggling with my big purse, my lunch bag, and two or three plastic bags of groceries. I tried to get in the back door but found my husband had accidentally hooked the screen door when he left that morning. So grumbling, I made my way around to the front door with my key. Now, the front door opens into the living room/dining room area and you have to go through there to reach the den and the kitchen.
I have two house cats that I do not allow to go into the living room or dining room because I don't want them throwing up on my good rugs, as cats are prone to do. The street lamp cast enough light for me to see so I didn't bother with the light switch. Juggling my purse and my groceries, I made my way through the front door, pushed open the wooden folding door to the den and stuck out my foot in an effort to block the cats; I saw my big, black male cat dart nimbly past my leg anyway and disappear into the shadows of the living room.
I was irritated because I knew once he got by me it was his habit to hide under the couch and make me drag him out. I quickly closed the door so the female couldn't follow him, made my way on into the kitchen to put down my stuff; but when I turned on the light, to my amazement, there stood both cats by their food dishes waiting to be fed. I know my cat did not double back because I would have seen him and from past experiences he would not have done that anyway. He likes the game of hide and seek he plays whenever he manages to break into the living room area. I thought it was a little strange but I really didn't think about it too much.
A few weeks later I returned home from work again, about the same time, with my big purse, lunch bag and some plastic bags of groceries. This time, the back screen door leading to the screened in back porch was unlocked so I made my way through the porch and opened up the door to the house. As I struggled to get in with all my stuff, I thought I saw my grey female cat this time, dart past me and out onto the back porch, just as the inside door slammed shut between us.
"You'll be sorry when you realize I'm getting ready to feed you," I thought. But as I flipped on the light switch, I was amazed to see both the cats there waiting for me again. Something small and shadowy like a cat darted right past my legs twice in that house... And in two different locations. I have tried to rationalize this. I watched carefully and tried to recreate the experience, but I'm convinced this was not my imagination or a trick of the shadows.
This has never happened to me again, nor has anything else out of the ordinary yet happened to us while living in our house.