I moved to a rented house near Foxchase Pennsylvania. My landlady was a friend from work and the house was where she grew up. It was a nice house and I loved it, except at night. I didn’t like staying in the living room alone. There was a phony wall that separated the dinning room and the kitchen. Every time I walked past the wall I always felt someone was lurking, ready to jump out at me.
I had two cats living with me. One was just a kitten. One day she was playing with something in the kitchen. She was running back and forth with her tail poofed up and her back arched like she was scared. I thought she was playing with the other cat, but he was asleep on the couch. I got up to see what she was playing with, but there was nothing there.
Some mornings I would come into the kitchen and all the cabinet doors would be open. I questioned all the roommates, but they swore they ever touched them. I thought it might be the cats. Then the drawers started to be open in the morning as well.
When I told my landlady about all these things she confessed that her sister and brother both died while they lived in the house. One drowned in a pool, the other was hit by a car out in front of the house. It all made sense to me then. It had to be the children!
Sent in by Eleanor Rodemich, Copyright 2010
Tags: Cats, Eleanor Rodemich, Foxchase, Pennsylvania
