Julie and Max fell in love with the old farm house the moment the realtor swept the cobwebs aside so they could enter the front door. It was everything they'd dreamed of, a fixer-upper fantasy with creaking stairways, wood-burning heaters, and a dozen rooms in odd shapes and sizes that made it hard to identify what their original purpose might have been.
They spent two months worth of weekends sweeping and scrubbing, and dreaming of what it was going to look like some day. Then came moving day, and they lugged and hauled their furniture and belongings up the porch steps and down the maze of narrow hallways, deciding to occupy just the ground floor for the present time.
By the time the moon rose that night, their prized antique iron bedstead was sporting it's brand new mattress, a set of fresh white sheets, and the quilt Julie's grandmother had made for them as a wedding gift. Too weary to do one thing more, they washed up and crawled beneath the sheets, cuddling together, listening to all the sounds an old house makes as they drifted off to sleep.
Somewhere in the middle of the night Julie awoke with a start, certain that she had felt something small walking across the foot of the bed. Rousing Max, they grabbed their flashlights and scanned the room and hallway... nothing to be seen, heard, or found. "Maybe you dreamed it," said Max, as they settled back in the bed and were soon once again sleeping soundly.
The next night it was Max who awakened first by what seemed to be the meowing of a cat. "Did you notice any stray cats outside when we were stacking firewood?" he asked Julie, who whispered no, and sat up in bed listening closely. Sure enough, she heard it too, faint meows coming from the hallway. They searched the entire first floor, and then the second, finding no sign of a cat in residence, but they were both certain of what they had heard.
In the weeks ahead they continued to hear a cat calling out to them after they settled into bed at night. Every now and then one of them felt something walking across the quilt, and they began to jokingly refer to their mysterious nocturnal visitor as the ghost cat. It wasn't until Julie made a trip down the hall to the bathroom late one night, that they learned just how right they were... there at the far end of the hallway was the unmistakable image of a small cat illuminated by a pale green glow, staring straight at her with eyes that appeared to be vacant black holes. Startled, she let out a scream and flipped on the bathroom light switch, at which point the cat vanished into thin air.
Concluding that they really did have a ghostly feline in residence but sensing nothing sinister in it's intent, they decided to embrace its presence and began referring to it affectionately as "Glow Kitty." They left small cat toys scattered throughout the house and were delighted to discover that the toys were often relocated while they slept. Though they never visibly saw their glowing ghost cat again, it became commonplace to feel it walk across the bed at night and settle at their feet, and sometimes Julie was certain that she heard it purring.
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