When I was little I had an incredibly clingy cat named Sushi. He was too fat to jump up onto my bed, so in order to wake me up, he would pry open the bottom drawer of my dresser, and then shove himself against it, causing it to slam closed very loudly. He passed several years ago, but every so often, I hear the drawer slam shut, even when nobody is in my room.

I have one. Don't know if it was a ghost or just my imagination. It was from when I was young about 5 years old. Until I was about 7 years old, I lived in a big house in the western part of Missouri. (I'm not saying the town for privacy reasons.) In that house, we had a basement we would use for storage and shelter from tornadoes. It was one big room, one hallway that heads outside, and one dark and creepy room. I was told to not go into that room but was never told a reason. I always questioned I wasn't allowed but my parents said no entering the room, so I had to. Every time I had to go down for a tornado emergency, I would see someone or something in the dark room. One day, I decided to enter the room when I gained enough courage. I saw the figure in the room when I entered said room. Suddenly, I fell. I fell into a hole I never saw when I entered or saw whenever I had to go down there. I couldn't climb out and I was scared out of my mind. I cried and cried for my parent to come a get me out of here. She quickly came down the stairs and helped me out of the hole. She got me upstairs but not before I saw the figure in the room before I went up the stairs. I have always wanted to go back to that house and see that room again, but the person who bought it from us tore it down on the grounds of black mold. My parent said bullshit on that and I have to agree on that. I want to ask my parent about what happened there, but I kept forgetting the event. Hopefully, this will remind me to ask her. Like I said before, this could have been my imagination, but it was too creepy for my younger self and today me to believe that it was just that.