When I was about ten I was lying in bed with the light on when I heard a cat meowing loudly in the hallway outside my bedroom. We didn’t have any pets at the time and we lived alone.
I remember feeling absolutely petrified, rather than confused as you might expect. The sound was very loud and very close to my bedroom door - definitely not coming from outside.
As the cat continued to meow I heard my mum call my name from her bedroom, “Do you hear that cat?” I told her I did and she shouted “Stay there, don’t open your door!”
In retrospect the fear I felt in that moment was completely disproportionate to what was happening and I hasten to add that neither myself or my mum are scared of cats.
After a few minutes the meowing stopped and I eventually fell asleep.
In the morning my mum told me she’d checked the windows and doors and that there was no way a cat could have wandered in from outside. She said, “I’m sorry I didn’t open my door to check but I just had this horrible feeling whatever it was, wasn’t really a cat.”
What she said really frightened me because that’s exactly what I’d felt when I heard the meowing. That If I opened the door there would be something there that sounded exactly like a cat, but was absolutely not one.
Nothing like that ever happened again. I mentioned it to my mum recently (nearly 30 years later) and she confirmed that she remembers it the same way I do.