September 18, 2008
Socks Back From the Grave
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[Name Withheld Upon Request], Kellogg, Idaho, February 10, 2004
About four years ago, I was living in Kellogg with my mom and sister. We had
dozens of cats, nearly twenty-one, but one of them, Socks, named because of
the white on his feet, died from some sort of disease. A few days after he
died and was buried, we heard cat meows. It was night-time and storming. We
counted up all the cats and they were all accounted for, so we decided to
check the grave, just in case Socks wasn't dead. We had to use Christmas
lights to see because our stairway didn't have a light switch. My mom went
down the stairs to dig up the grave and, when she did, she discovered it was
empty. Now, what puzzled us was how a dead cat could have possibly clawed
his way out of a grave, put it back perfectly, then hide away somewhere.
Anyways, we heard the meowing again and, deciding that we should check the
basement, since it sounded like the meows came from there. We got out the
Christmas lights and went down to the basement, where the "dead" cat Socks
was sitting in a chair. I don't think this was my first encounter with the
paranormal at that house either, because frequently, there would be pounding
above my room, but above my room was the attic, and no one in my family had
a reason to be up there anyways.
