The night after my grandpa's death, I had a sleepover. My best friend came over. We were up till 4:00 in the morning.
Then, all of the sudden my cat started whining like she was scared. Turns out my friend had heard that cats could see ghosts. My cat had seen a ghost. We think that my cat had seen my grandpa.
I went over to sleep with my best friend because I didn't want to be all alone. So 1 hour later, I started crying. I was so scared, I turned on the light, woke everybody up, and turned on the TV. This is where it gets strange.
The next morning, my cat did it again. My cat got out and went to the cemetery and we did not know were she went.We went to the cemetery to find her. Come to find out, she was digging the dirt out of my grandpa's grave.
Do not say this is not true because this story is true. From Wayne H. Parkinson