Last night, just before 9:00, we had a strange occurrence in the apartment. It might have been a ghost.
I had turned off the TV and I was reading, so it was very quiet in the apartment, and all three cats were resting on my bed with me. From the vicinity of the kitchen came a long low scraping sound. I sat up, Thatch rose and walked to the foot of the bed and stared off into space. I got up, walked to the kitchen, didn't see anything strange, made sure the door was locked, and went back to bed. Thatch was still staring into the kutchen area.
Do you see a ghost, Thatcher? I asked him as I passed him. I got back into bed and he jumped off it and wandered into the kitchen. He was gone for maybe five minutes and then came back and jumped back in the bed.