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As quoted in Gabriel Delanne's - Materials for use in the study of REINCARNATION

Vision with precedence of the animal on man

It was a winter evening in the year 18...; I was in my room, sitting by the fire, completely absorbed in caressing my favorite little pussy, the illustrious Mrs Catherine, who is no longer, alas! in this world. She was nestled on my lap, in an almost dreamy attitude, with her eyes closed, as if squatting.

Although there was no light in the room, the reflections of the fire perfectly illuminated all the objects. The room we were in had two doors, one of which was in a temporarily closed apartment. The other, placed opposite the first, opened onto the corridor.

My mother had left me a few minutes ago, and the comfortable and antique armchair with its very high backrest remained empty at the other corner of the fireplace. My little pussy, her head resting on my arm, seemed more and more sleepy, and I thought I would go to bed. Suddenly, I realized that something unexpected had disturbed my favorite's tranquility. She had suddenly stopped purring and was showing clear signs of growing concern. I had bent over her trying to calm her with my caresses, when, all of a sudden, she got up on all fours and began to blow strongly, making her back and tail big and fat in an attitude of challenge and terror.

This way of acting made me look up in turn, and I saw with fear a small, ugly, wrinkled figure of an old shrew who was in my mother's chair. She held her hands on her knees and her body inclined, so that she could carry her head with mine. The eyes, penetrating, shiny, bad, stared at me motionless; it seemed to me that it was the devil who was looking at me through these eyes. The clothes and the whole appearance were those of a woman of the French bourgeoisie, but I didn't care about that, because her eyes with such strangely dilated pupils and such a nasty expression completely absorbed my senses. I would have liked to scream with all the strength of my lungs, but her evil eyes fascinated me and took my breath away. I couldn't look away from it, let alone get up. In the meantime, I tried to keep the pussy strong, but she didn't seem to want to stay in this horrible neighborhood.

After some desperate efforts, she managed to free herself, and by jumping on the chairs, tables, everything she could find in front of her, she rushed several times and with extreme violence against the upper frames of the door that opened into the closed apartment. Then, turning towards the other door, she started to throw herself against it again with a redoubled rage. My terror had thus increased; sometimes I looked at this shrew whose evil eyes continued to be fixed on me; sometimes I followed my pussy with my eyes, which was becoming more and more frenetic. In the end, the dreadful idea that the animal might have become rabied had the effect of giving me back my breath and I began to scream with all my might.

Mother ran in a hurry. As soon as she opened the door, the pussy literally jumped on her head and for a good half an hour, she kept running up and down the stairs as if someone was chasing her. I turned around to show my mother the cause of my horror. Everything had disappeared.

In such circumstances, it is very difficult to assess the length of time; however, I estimate that the appearance persisted for four or five minutes.

It was then learned that this house once belonged to a woman who hung herself in this very room.

Signed: Miss X.

General K brother of the percipient, confirmed the above account

The impression produced on the pussy was so deep that for half an hour she remained panicked