Don't, I told you it doesn't matter to me that much.
It's not exactly a ghost story, but it's a creepy story nonetheless. I used to have a black cat a couple years ago, and one time I had a friend over and we were watching
The Grudge in my basement, late at night with the lights off. Every time (and I mean every time) the little boy would come onscreen and meow, we would hear a meow from somewhere in the darkness that surrounded us downstairs. We knew my cat was around because we'd seen her earlier that evening, and we tried calling her to come over so we'd at least know it was her, but she never came. We finished watching the movie (although shaken because of the aforementioned reason) and went upstairs. Next morning, as we were discussing the incident over breakfast, my mom comes downstairs holding the cat in her arms. We ask how the cat got upstairs into her room late at night with the door closed, and she said that the cat had been in there the entire night, from before we went downstairs to watch the movie.