so really this is an inside thing with me and my family. we grew up most of our lives in wisconsin, but moved to lincoln, nebraska when i was seven. and every now and then, we would see a black cat in the night. it would be far away from where it last was, and alot of times we almost ran it over. when i was ten we moved back to wisconsin, and are currently living in oshkosh. we didn't see the black cat for about a year, but then i saw the black cat walking on some railway tracks as we were driving home late at night.then that same night i had an odd dream, i dreamed of me sleeping, (lol) and a silhouette of a cat jumped on my bed. i actually woke up to see my dog on my feet at the foot of my bed. then when i told my dad about it, he said this. "That's funny, the other day we saw a black cat on the road. almost ran the thing over. but it pretty much Disappeared. hey, remember that lincoln black cat?" and that's when we all knew, the black cat had come back.
people, im not lying. this is pretty much the family true horror story. it's ok if you don't believe me, cause at least me and my family know it's true.
