this was one night when i was just super deppressed and wanted to give up on everything. 

so i was laying in my room just kinda laying in my bed holing this doll that i loved so much that my grandma got me.

i heard my cat scratch the door, well i thought it was anyway. 

i went to let my fat little kitten in my room and when i opened the door i felt a brush of cold hair against my shoulder and a whisper that said

"dont give up" i looked around, because it was a males voice, which scared me. 

of course i thought it could have been my grandpa, i have seen him like four times. i picked up my little kitten and sat on my bed, and never questioned it again.