My whole life, my dad and I have shared the ability of "sight," I guess you could call it. Well,
this story takes place in my dad's house. He has always had a spirit there; she calls herself
"Sarah." She is young, and always appears in long, old-fashioned dresses. She is friendly,
and doesn't cause too much disruption; however, this one night it was kind of scary. We had
just had a bad snow storm, and there were many accidents in the area. My dad has lots of
cats in his house. People say cats have a sense about spirits. Well, all six of the cats stood
this night at the attic door, with their paws on the door - like they were trying to keep it closed.
My step-brother was the one to find them like this, so he called for my step-mom. She, being
a skeptic anyway, thought nothing of it and went to open the door. My dad told her not to...he
said he didn't think it was a good idea right now, as he had a bad feeling. Well, she didn't
listen and opened the door. Sarah came down the steps, and following her was what looked
like the spirits of a man and two little girls badly hurt, apparently from some sort of an
accident. My step mom doesn't ever see spirits, until then, that is. She hasn't seen them
since, but Sarah still makes her appearances; never as dramatic as that night, though. Oh,
and to this day, the cats will not walk past the attic door.
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