I awaken in the midst of a full on panic attack. I hear someone screaming a scream like I’ve never heard before. In my sleepy, yet hyper alert and confused state, I made it to my daughter’s room in about 1/2 second. She was standing up in her crib, totally fine but also clearly disturbed by what we were hearing. Another scream. Several followed as my husband was now out of bed and also in a panic. I stayed with my daughter, trying to soothe her back to sleep as my husband ran through the house trying to find the source of this horrible sound. What he found was very, very peculiar.
It was our cat, Benny. He was alone downstairs screaming at some invisible thing. I’ve had cats my entire life and I have never heard a sound like this. It was a sound that came straight from hell. It was…supernatural. Creepier still is that there was no apparent cause for his behavior. Nothing outside, nothing anywhere.
It happened again at the same time last night.
Of course our dream house is fucking haunted.
Why wouldn’t it be?
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