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My grandfather used to tell us the tale of the ghost 'coon at the old farmstead. He would swear he 'killed' that raccoon at least fifteen times, but he'd never find the body. Swore it could run through walls, would lead dogs into traps, and could open combination locks.
I'm still not sure if he was putting me on.
That reminds me of a cat we used to have when I was younger. When we found her she had just had 3 kittens. When we first brought her home we kept her and the kittens in a bedroom. No open window, no holes in the wall, door closed. Somehow, she kept getting out. All night, we'd put her back in, and a couple minutes later there she was, licking her paws on the couch or table. It was mystifying!
I think I've lived in a haunted house. It was a creepy one too. When I was home alone I often heard footsteps downstairs and doors closing, and I'd go down and find no one home. At night in my bedroom I heard footsteps, and the sounds of my things being rustled around. The dog would often raise his hackles and growl when I was home by myself with him at night, or the cats would stare fixated at some part of the room. I had an old broken grandfather clock in my bedroom and once my friend screeched and said she saw the pendulum moving, and that the hands weren't in the same place as they were before. One time I woke up to my radio turned on and to a different station. That house gave me the heebie jeebies and I always felt as though someone were watching me in a way I've never felt in any other house. The last time I felt creeped out like that was at the last house I lived in over a year ago, in the basement. Gave me the same sort of bad feeling, I didn't like it. The house I'm in now though is fine, although there is an old abandoned house on the property that's full of trash that I don't like, and it creeps me out to be in the yard at night alone.