I have no idea if it's his spirit or ghost, but every night, 2:15 am exactly, I wake up to my long dead dog, Charlie, standing in the doorway of my bedroom. His decayed body standing in the doorway, one eye staring at me as the other hangs out of his half exposed skull. Decayed, bloody, and the smell, oh the smell, stronger than an elephant's trunk. Then, he runs and jumps on my bed, getting right in front of my face, panting, I gag every time.
It isn't normal, seeing him, hearing his paws around the house, occasional barks, whimpers, my parents are convinced I'm crazy, but I see him, hear him. I don't know whether I'm hallucinating or actually seeing it anymore.
The timing is impeccable every single time, decaying more and more each time. I've been researching these encounters, nothing so far. Every night, 2:15 am, at my bedroom doorway, staring at me for exactly 3 minutes and 48. 94 seconds (I timed it 10 times), before finally moving onto my bed, staring more for 7.37 seconds EXACTLY, before biting my neck, and then disappearing.
At this point, my heart rate is at exactly 137 BMP exactly. This is where I pass out. I have no idea why this happens, but it happens every night, exact time, exact amount of time, everything.
When he was alive, he was always so sweet. What changed exactly? He got oral cancer and we had to put him down and then buried him next to the back porch on our house. Maybe he's angry he was put down, but why would he come for me? Shouldn't he go for my father? My mother? I had nothing to do with the decision of putting him down, I was as nice as I could be to him.
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