03/09/2026
One time I had went to monasco cemetery (probably spelled it wrong) it was a very intense and emotional experience. I kept getting lured in to one grave that belonged to a Native American. Anytime we would try and leave I would feel guilty and sad for trying to leave. I found a flower across the road and placed it on the graves stayed at the most. As I got into the car I felt a burning sensation atop my foot. I checked and there was a long scratch;I was wearing boots so there’s no way it could’ve been a stick or anything.