I was in grandparents home after grandfather died, and heard scratching noises getting closer and closer to his room. I also had the window open with white curtains being lifted up by the wind. I was on his bed in the dent his body made from years of sleeping there and it was the spot he died at. Neighboring upstairs unit kid lost his hamster and it finally popped out and ran into the room.
You forgot the ending to the story. For years after this incident, whenever you heard a scratching sound, you would scream "Hamster!!!" and hide your head in your shirt.
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