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Lately Robin Swope, the Paranormal Pastor, has been doing per diem hospice work for a local hospital. He was delivering medication to a patient at the end of one February in the middle of suburban Erie, Pennsylvania. There was quite a bit of snow on the ground from recent storms and the snow banks on the sides of the road were about two to three feet high.

Busby and his monstrous attacker fell to the highway. Dull claws ripped at his clothing, and Busby sought desperately to hold the thing’s mouth open ….

Pastor Swope was traveling up a small hill …

“… when I saw a dark shape slowly move across the street in front of me, two blocks ahead. It was about six or seven feet long and lurched like a quadruped with shoulders and hindquarters rocking. It passed in front of a few snow banks as it made its way across the street and eventually disappeared behind a house.

I arrived at the spot seconds later, and nothing was there. The creature was pure black, like a shadow being. I have passed by the same location at least six times since then at around the same time and am sure it was not an optical illusion. In fact, when I saw it I knew it was something not right. The head was not distinct, but the tail was long. It had an appearance of a phantom Black Cat.

Erie’s Native American populace, the Eriez Indians, were called the ‘cat’ people by the Seneca and French. They dressed in panther fur, and there were accounts of some of the pelts being black. They were later eradicated/absorbed by the Seneca tribe, of which I have ancestry.

Was the phantom cat a residual haunting, a spirit from the ancient Eriez or a literal black cat to cross my path?”