This is the continuation of my series of true stories which revolve around the haunted house I lived in on the east side of Indianapolis. None of these stories have been embellished in any way.
In part one of this series I mentioned the human visitors that seemed drawn to my house. I wouldn’t classify all of the visitors as bad; there were pleasant visitors as well.
One morning I awoke to find a puppy curled up on my front porch. Another morning I found a ferrel kitten which quickly ran away. Another evening it was an orange tabby that I named Karma. She became my faithful, loving companion while I lived there alone.
Then there were the strange visitors.