I think I'm being haunted by my dead cat
TW: talking about blood and death ig: know that's a strong claim, but I really think I am. Breif recap of how he died, he was 5 months and got out when we accidentally left the door open to go somewhere, I had thought about putting him in the room with all his stuff where I knew he'd be safe since I didn't want to risk him getting out when we opened the door (I was upstairs and didn't know my sister had opened the door yet since we where normally careful with it so I assumed she hadn't and also he hadn't escaped in a while) anyway I didn't and he ran down and onto the road and was ran over after my sister tried to get him back in. It was bloody and an awful night. We loved him so much and he loved us, it was around christmas we had him and I think it was so hard since after he died everything went completely downhill, from a perfect family christmas with my sister finally home from moving away for a few years, and then suddenly after he died we're all fighting and a mess and she's travelling to a dangerous place for whatever reason and since my anxiety was so bad after that since I had been 15 and it had visually been very bloody and all, I was already grieving loosing her even though she got home safe. Anyway, the fact I didn't put him in the room with his stuff I worry he might of been mad or somthing. Fast forward a few days, it's midnight and me and my sister are messaging eachother from our rooms talking about the night for the first real time on a deeper one to one level, sending eachother lyrics that remind us of the night from Spotify songs and just saying how we had felt since it had only been me and her and some random lady who we don't know that had been there so we where both on the same page (random lady's out of the picture if ur wondering lol, she was a legend), after an hour or so we heard a very loud crash. She asked what was that so I went to see, the shelves in the bathroom had fell, suction cup ones we got off Facebook for free when he was alive and during the best times of the holdiay time, which I already found odd, my sister said he had liked to jump up onto them, I don't know if it's true or she's just trying to give me hope, which was the first thing. The second was the feeling of being watched the night after he died, I could here meowing which could just be my mind but I'm pretty sure I heard a squeaking meow sound under my bed. Whatever. The one that freaks me the most is months after it happened we got a new kitten and me and my mum where talking about him and about our new kitten, suddenly the light flickered and went out, not fully but like it's sparking inside the bulb and isn't at all lighting more than a little flicker than casts the room in an odd gray dark tone. Also the feeling that whenever I start to get over it and better iy suddenly comes all back which easily could just be getting better since it wasn't too long ago and we loved him so much. Anyway ik that's a lot to read but i need an opinion