Being able to see things otherworldly have only come to me recently, but I try my best to not get scared. Still, though, I sometimes do. For example, the night in Kingston.
Because the people who experienced this with me do not want to be identified I'll call them by aliases. So, I was going to Kingston with my friend, Kim, and her family, her younger sister Leah, and parents, Carol and John. We were going to spend two nights at a relatives place. The relatives, Jen and Dean, had just moved in. The home was new but had been built on very old land. The previous home that stood there was 150 years old.
The day we arrived I looked at the home and thought 'Wow, that's creepy.' A black cat with a silver stripe across its back was sitting in a second story window. Leah ran to the door and flung it open and Jen and Dean greeted us. They were warm and welcoming. As soon as we were situated and unpacked, I told Kim about the cat. I wanted a cat and liked them very much, so we went looking for the one I saw. "Gloria, I don't think they have a cat." Kim told me. But I insisted, so we went searching. We found no cat.
That night at dinner we discussed it. Jen admitted they had no cat and I assumed that perhaps I saw a stuffed animal or maybe even a picture or sculpture. But the room I saw it in was next to ours, and there was no cat, sculpture, painting or anything.
The next night we went for a tour of Fort Henry, a famously haunted fort. It was beautiful, but also creepy. The guide explained that homes close to the Skeleton Park were almost all haunted. My jaw dropped. We... Were...so...close!
After that I saw another cat. It was tabby and brown. It was in the hallway to our room. I don't know why I was seeing these cats. I was not under any influence (I was 13) and I was and am mentally well.
The only other thing that happened was when I was in my room packing. The closet, which remained empty our entire visit, had noises emanating from it. The noise was something of a moan and squeak. I was the only one upstairs, and only Carol and Leah were in the kitchen downstairs and John was in the dining room. The closet doors began to shake violently. I shrieked and leapt down the stairs.
I have never been back to the house, but on the last day, about 2 hours after the closet incident, me and Kim went to a dilapidated barn next to the house. We saw many cats in there, most likely why I saw the phantom cats in the house.
Hopefully, the cats went home and won't be bothering Jen and Dean anymore.