A Night Visitor

I'll say right away that I don't suffer from hallucinations or other mental disorders. My physical health has always been fine, too.

Recently (it was a weekend, and I was hoping to sleep in) I woke up to the sound of a cat scratching at the door. But I don't have a cat. I could barely see anything—my eyes were literally covered in dried pus. This had never happened before. After scraping the pus with my hands, I noticed a young woman of about twenty-five in the room. She was barely visible and seemed somehow translucent. Catching my surprised glance, she pointed her index finger at the ceiling and disappeared, as if she'd stepped right into my sideboard. I was terrified, jumped out of bed, and ran to the kitchen, where I turned on the light and grabbed a knife. I sat there for about twenty minutes—I don't know what exactly I was waiting for.

Soon, someone started knocking on the door. I opened the door—it was the neighbors downstairs who said, "You're flooding us!" I told them there was no leak. So, I went upstairs with them. The door to the apartment directly above me was ajar. When we entered, we found a dead girl in the bathroom, covered in blood, and water from the overflowing bathtub spilling onto the floor.