Taiyo_Natsumi: переводы

→I've been thinking about getting a Rosary, making some salt circles, etc. I would try to cleanse the house, but I don't think whatever it is is attached to the house. I have to head to my class now, but I'll update if anything more happens...

→I woke up this morning thinking that it might be over. No nightmares, no worries, right? I was wrong. My neighbor had left before I got out of bed to go to school, so I was alone when I walked out to the kitchen. The light was on, but that wasn't very significant, seeing as how my neighbor just left. I turned around to head down the hallway, and stopped dead in my tracks. There was blood splattered all over the walls, and the corner where the wall met the ceiling was dripping thick, dark red and black liquid mush. My dog was barking at the wall again, but I barely noticed. I closed my eyes, shook my head to clear it, and the image was gone. It was just my wall, normal as ever. The metallic taste was back in my mouth, but I ignored it, needing to get ready to go to school. The rest of today so far has been filled with me being lightheaded, almost passing out a few times, and jumping at strange shadows flickering across my vision. Am I going insane, or is something doing this to me?

→Yesterday I woke up to a quiet house. Everything seemed normal. The lights were still off, everything where I left it, normal. I was skeptical at first, moving throughout the entire house before believing that there was nothing and no one there, but finally I relaxed, and I was fine for a few hours. Around twelve, I started getting paranoid. There was something watching me, I just knew it. Shadows showed fleeting figures, and I kept blacking out for short periods of time. It would only be for a few minutes, but it was still strange and disconcerting. I decided to text my friend to distract myself and calm myself down, which worked until my dog started barking at the air. There was nothing there, no one outside or across the street, she was just barking at the wall. The paranoia came back full speed. It's nothing, just the dog being weird, I tried to convince myself, fear nearly freezing me to the couch. Then I blacked out, or something, because I remember darkness. Then images, terrible images. Rotten carcases, blood flowing as a river. A goblet being dipped into the river, and a shadowy form, blinking in and out of sight. I couldn't move. Ropes bound me to some kind of vertical surface, something around my wrists and ankles felt like it was burning me, but I couldn't turn my head to see. I was trapped as the shadowy figure, holding the goblet and blinking in and out of existence, approached me, that same grin on its face as I saw on the poodle statue. Suddenly, blood was being poured over me, trailing down my body as the shadowy figure thrust the goblet to my lips, tilting my head back and forcing me to drink. I sputtered, trying to avoid swallowing the dark red liquid, but I couldn't help but to swallow some. Then, I was back in my living room. My dog had stopped barking, and was lying down at the foot of the couch, where I sat, having apparently been staring at the wall for who knows how long. I felt light headed, and had a metallic taste in my mouth that I couldn't get rid of for the rest of the day, but nothing else happened. I had a friend sleep over in the guest room, not telling him what had happened, and I found that I had no nightmares.