So Friday morning,I traveled back home for a funeral. My house is one of those new stand houses in the villages with fewer neighbors and in my absence no one lives there.
I arrived at home and did a serious spring cleaning,but there was something weird. It looked like there is someone living there but I kept on asking myself that where would they have entered? Fine I ignored that and continued cleaning. I felt dizzy and decided to rest a bit and I'd finish up when I wake up.
I slept I don't even know how long I was asleep for
But when I woke up I woke up to a weird feeling on my left ear. It was numb but I could feel something dropping on the pillow like rain drops. I tried to get my head up from the pillow and it was too heavy for me to do so.
I think I passed out again. When I woke up for the second time it was dark in the house and I eventually lifted my head up. Went to the light switch and immediately when I turned around I saw blood on the pillow I was sleeping on.
A lot of blood for that matter. I still couldn't feel my face nor head. I noticed that blood was still dripping on my shirt. It has turned red due to the blood. I ran to the mirror and I noticed that my ear had been cut in half.
The other part was as floppy as paper. It was only held by the vein from falling apart. I screamed so loud asking myself what could've happened. The first thing that came to mind was that something bit me.
But how could I have not felt anything. I ran to my car and when I got to the car,my cousin who we buried three years ago was standing next to my car with a bloody scissors. I screamed my lungs out luckily one of fewer neighbors I have heard me and came to my aid.
My late cousin just dissapeared. To this day I still can't explain this without being looked at like I'm crazy. I don't know what to make out of this myself but one thing I can promise the world is that I'll never ever set foot in that house.
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