Our ghost loves the kittens

 Last night after I had finish the hub I  was working on about my last ghostly experience,titled the Candy Wrapper. The Ghost decided to have more fun with us. I truly think it was happy I was writing about it.

Raven, my 20 year old daughter was sitting with me and we were talking about the ghost and how it messed with her. When her kitten ,Rapture came into the dining room with us. Reaper , my youngest daughter's kitten followed him. Reaper jumped up on the table and laid down on the edge of the table.

Rapture,was on the floor walking around with  his head tiled  upward looking all crazy and started running around like he was following something in the air. He was ripping all around the house. Inside the house you can walk around in a circle to come back to where you started. He went around and around. We were laughing and couldn't stop.  He stop running around the house and ran to the window where he then began to hit at the window. That was when I saw the eyes on the other side of the glass. A few second later the eyes disappeared. Rapture then ran back and forth across the window sill. At least three times. He then jumped down and ripped around the house again.

Reaper had enough of this and decide he would get in on this action. As Rapture ran past me into the laundry room,Reaper was catching up to him. As I turned to look into the laundry room,I saw Rapture climb up a dirty pile of clothes to get onto the counter where a roll of paper towels were. The paper towel roll started to expand and raised off the counter.As it gained matter, Rapture tackled it. He and the paper towels fell to the floor. He then came running out of the laundry room with this over sized piece of paper towel that was bigger than him. He then ran through the house growling.

As all this was happening, Reaper was trying to stick his head into the hole of the now smaller paper towel roll. This had us laughing our butts off.

Rapture returned to the dining room. He came past Raven and Laid down next to her. She looked at the paper towel and it now looked normal and wasn't even shredded by the kitten. 

Reaper never was able to get his head in the paper towel roll. Thank goodness.

After all the laughing and screaming we calmed down. Raven told me not to leave her alone. I went to bed.It was her cat chasing unknown forces in the middle of the night, not mine