this is one of the creepiest experiences i’ve ever had. it was in the ‘90s. i lived alone with my cat. he was an indoor/outdoor cat. it was in the middle of the night. i got up to get a snack. i went in the kitchen. the back porch light was on as usual. before i had a chance to turn on the light in the kitchen i saw my cat walk by on the deck in a hunched down way like he was scared of something and kept looking back over his shoulder. he let out a loud cry that sounded like ‘wack’. i didn’t know a cat made that kind of sound. it was as if something unearthly was following him and that’s all that could muster up. he climbed up an oak tree by the deck like he did when he wanted to get on the roof. there i stood in the kitchen wondering what the heck he was that scared of. it had to be something really bad because a cat wouldn’t act like that if it were just a dog. i was scared to death to see what it was. but i waited. then it showed up. it was the scruffiest looking gray cat i’d ever seen. its fur was sticking up all over the place and some was matted down like he never groomed. in fact, it looked like a dead cat. it stopped in front of the tree and turned and looked at me. i almost died. the eyes were HUMAN. big human eyeballs that protruded with no lids. it looked back at the tree and climbed it where my cat had gone. i was frozen in fear. i was especially afraid for my cat. the thing was obviously after him. that creature couldn't be alive. it was dead and walking. no cat would allow its fur to get that unkempt. i worried about my cat all night. why was that thing of following him? finally morning came and i went in the kitchen and my cat was sitting on the deck, as usual, waiting for me to serve breakfast. he acted like nothing happened. i was relieved, but puzzled. do demons possess dead animals and reanimate them? my cat was terrified. only something evil could cause that. not just natural enemies.