Okay, I'll bite. Here goes...This is a ghost story, so if it's not everyone's cup of tea, ignore it.
A number of years ago, I had a cat named Tom. He was totally black, not a very large cat, and had a huge personality. He was a real character. He had been born in this house, the only live kitten in the litter, as a result of an unplanned pregnancy on the part of my black female cat, Kit. A sister was born dead. He was one of my all time legendary cats. He lived a long good life and died peacefully about five years ago.
Now, this is not the main part of the story, but it has to be mentioned, because it is a prelude to what happened later. Back in February, my partner and I were hanging a couple of pictures in the bedroom and the dog was there with us. We started talking about Tom, telling amusing stories. Suddenly we noticed that the dog's eyes were following the movement of something we couldn't see, something that was moving across one dresser, then over the top of the wardrobe. Jokingly we said that Tom must be there with us, because he was like Beetlejuice, say his name three time and he'd appear on the scene. A good laugh was had by all.
A couple of months ago, I'm walking down the hallway from the bedroom area, and my cat Charlie is at my side. As we approach the living room/kitchen area, Tom comes out of the living room, as solid as he was in life, crosses in front of us, and enters the kitchen. Tom is so close to me that if I had bent over I could have easily touched him. I can tell by Charlie's reaction that he has seen Tom, as well. As we enter the kitchen, Tom crosses the room in front of us, and proceeds to the other side of the fridge. We follow, but there is no cat there.
Fast forward to this past Monday. My partner was in the spare bedroom, looking for something.. I was gathering dishes together in the kitchen. Suddenly I heard a cat running like mad, coming from the direction of the master bedroom. Now, that bedroom is at the end of a long hallway. When the hallway reaches the spare bedroom, there's a right angle turn leading to the kitchen/dining room/living room area. I went to the kitchen door and looked up the hallway. Around the corner comes Dax, and behind him a totally black cat. We don't have a totally black cat. As they come closer, I can see that Dax is totally freaked, ears back and eyes wide. Now I can get a better look of the cat pursuing him. It's Tom again, as solid as he was in life. They pass me, and Dax races through the living room doorway like Ichabod Crane being pursued by the Headless Horseman. Tom vanishes at the entrance to the room. One second he's there, the next second he has vanished. I yell to my partner and tell him the story. Like me, he takes these things for granted now. He realizes that he's hooked himself up with a ghost magnet. Dax is freaked out for the rest of the day.
On the following morning, I'm in the bedroom, door closed, I open the door to go out, and Tom passes me in the doorway, entering the room. He isn't as solid as he was the day before, but he's definitely identifiable. I see Dax down the hallway, peering tentatively around the corner. Apparently, he too, has seen Tom again. It wasn't until today that he got over his jitteryness.
I could write a book, quite honestly.