Hello again, dear friends. I regret that it has been so long since I have submitted anything to you, but life gets in the way you know? I've decided to put together a collection of what happened while I've been away from you all. So, here it is.
This first one has been happening for a while. Every night, when I get home, I would see this creature at the side of my house, half hidden in shadow. I say creature because it wasn't humanlike, more animalistic. It could have been a bear, but I kept trying to get a closer look and it would either just disappear or run away and vanish. Well, a good friend of mine told me to get a flashlight and see if it was transparent or solid.
I did and the light went through the thing, but it didn't illuminate its shape at all, I just saw the light on my neighbors house behind it. It just disappeared right in front of me. Then my friend posed a theory. I recalled this dog who lived down the street from my house. I only saw him once and that was when I returned him to his home after he ran away. I pet him and took him home only to see his owner beat him with a shovel. I felt bad for the dog, whose name was Maximus, but there wasn't anything I could do since I had no proof of the abuse.
Maximus was never seen again and a new puppy showed up outside the house. I assumed that he's run away again but now I think he's dead and his spirit is haunting me. My buddy thinks that it could be because I was nice to him and he wants to make sure I'm safe.
But I'm not sure.
The next incident, I'm not entirely sure is supernatural in nature, so I'll just let you decide. I was in the shower, and I'd just gotten over a fever, so I was pretty tired... well, I felt like I was being pushed to sleep, but I resisted. I looked down and saw blood in the water. Curious as to where it was coming from, I bent down and then it started going down my leg. I lifted my hand and saw a huge, gaping wound on my wrist! There was so much blood slowly oozing out that it was black in color. In a sort of shock, I lifted my other hand and saw and identical wound. I freaked, screamed, cried, and grabbed a towel that I pressed between my wrists as hard as I could to stop the bleeding. I sat in the tub and wept.
Then I woke up sitting in the tub with the shower running still. I had the towel pressed between my wrists and there was fresh blood on the towel, but there wasn't any evidence of the wounds on my wrists! Any ideas as to what may have caused this? Supernatural or not? Guess that's for you to decide.
The final thing happened last night around eleven. I heard my name being whispered angrily and then I sat up and was slapped across the face. Not too pleasant. But that's all that's happened. I hope you read and have any insights.