13th October 1872
The time was 11.54pm the sky was clear no clouds just a bright moon, I swear I saw a shadow or a tiny object cross the moon on that night. It must have been my imagination. I walk quitter the hoot of an owl makes me jump, I sigh in relief there have been stories of ghosts around these part, I carry on walking but I stop dead in my tracks again. I hear a rustle in the bushes behind me,, I stay still like a statue not daring to take another breath. It rustles again there’s a cry not a human, no, a bird or at least I think it’s a bird. The owl flies away. I stay stuck, I can’t move, something grabs my ankle I scream but it’s only a twig. I finally pick up the courage to help this poor creature as it seems in pain. I can’t make out what type of bird it is but its dark in colour and slightly fluffy. I rap it in my coat and run home.
16th October 1872
I have been keeping it in my lunch box but when the sun shines on it I realise its not a bird but a bat! I still look after it though as it looks injured.
18th October 1872
I think its finally back to health but I woke up this morning with a tingle in my neck I goto look in the mirror but… but… I can’t see my own reflection
