Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26475253-20150616180435

This is a story my Friend was writing for a horror website, which was found and given to me. Most of the recorded events occurred in Malaysia, location unknown.

ENTRY 1 I'm currently on my way to a lead I got from a neighboring island, where a local fireman took a few photo's after a sever car accident and looked me up online. I can honestly say I haven't had this great of a lead for a long time, so this could get me noticed. Fingers crossed!

ENTRY 2 This plane... is full... of animals... literally. No joke, everywhere I look, guess what I find? Animals are everywhere. There is actually a chicken in the seat next to me. Thank god for cages. Why did I not get a better plane? Too late now, I guess.

ENTRY 3 We're finally here! I need to locate a guide and get some sleep to prep for tomorrow. We're still miles away from the actual site, and I'm going to have to use some keen eyesight to find this elusive little guy... It seems this is the only photographed finding, which I thought was odd, but a lot of the locals seem to claim sightings from one point or another. Also, I'm finding that this thing is hundreds, or even apparently thousands of years old. I was shown some history of the locale immediately after getting off the plane, and saw a drawing right off of the bat. This should be my crowning jewel.

ENTRY 4 Right, so today, we get to hunt for it... My guide seems to be late, so I'll just talk with you, old friend. (We assume he was talking about the journal.) It seems that most of the locals have no name for the demon or ghost or whatever the many legends prefer to call it, but I have taken to calling him 'Sneaky Bugger'. It seems fitting. Ah, here comes my guide now...

ENTRY 5 No success today. We had several false starts today and my guide swears he saw the creature gliding above us but I disbelieve him for two reasons: 1. I believe he wants a good tip. 2. The photos I've seen show the creature to be pretty much incapable of gliding, and I can't imagine a chubby, stumpy little thing like that flying for long without sound effects along the line of 'Splat!'. I will continue the search tomorrow, after breakfast.

ENTRY 6 I went to the site of the accident today, the bridge. They've moved the bus that went over, but I found the spots that the photos were taken at, and that led to... nothing. I fear I've wasted my time coming here, and I may soon run out of money. Therefore, two options present themselves. Option one, we go home and learn a lesson to ignore all people without a lot of evidence, or option two, where we ask for more money from the website for research and keep going. I prefer the second, as the landscape is beautiful. I wouldn't mind taking Julie here on our honeymoon.

ENTRY 7 My guide claims to have seen it again, but this time he seemed genuine. Granted, it could be that he saw an indigenous animal, but I'd like to go where he saw it nonetheless. We're going right after this is written, regardless of time of day or weather. Pray to god that it becomes morning and not-raining in about 5 minutes.

ENTRY 8 I saw it! It was so close to me, I could see it so clearly, even in the night. It has 2 pairs of eyelids, serrated teeth, and its a little bit gnarly from fur. It grunted a lot to me, which reminds me of a sort of language. Sadly, before it grunted once more and darted for the tree line, it broke my camera as it flashed. I will have to describe it in full detail later.

ENTRY 9 Someone was in my room last night. Everything was obviously looked through, but I can only assume they were looking for my journal. I think it could be government agents attempting to shut my operation down (Jared was paranoid for most of his life, it's what drew him to these websites). I'll keep looking for Sneaky Bugger if it takes months, and when I find it, I'll be the one on top. We'll camp in the woods from now on, as it'll be safer from those goons and the creature lives there (I think).

ENTRY 10 My guide quit, but they're pretty common for tourists around here. I'll hire another one in about an hour, but first I will enjoy this heavenly bagel cooked by the nice lady running the hotel. This seems like such a nice town, I'll be sad to leave for the remainder of my trip.

ENTRY 11 I have another guide, and we've already seen Sneaky, but he scurried away into the underbrush. He seems curious towards us, with an almost intelligent aura around him, even though his facial features resemble that of an ape. We'll follow him next time to see where he's been hiding.

ENTRY 12 Eureka! We've found his home! Amazingly, he seems to have been able to scrape together a small hovel in the forest. Nothing sophisticated such as glass or decorations appear, but it actually is amazing. He is probably the smartest thing that isn't human in existence.

ENTRY 13 Sneaky came earlier. He actually attacked the guide. The guide has been bleeding for several hours. I fear he will die soon. Now, my interest in sneaky has changed. It has gone from fascination to ire. I will hunt him down, as I cannot allow him to attack the townspeople whom were so kind to me.

ENTRY 14 I waited in his hovel, but he did not show up. However, I believe he knows I am here. I saw a black shape rushing through the trees. I was foolish to disbelieve my previous guide, as the figure was indeed gliding with small bat-like wing attachments to its arms. The guide died in the hovel. I will inform his family at first chance.

ENTRY 15 I've got him pinned now! He's stuck inside a damn cave, but I've got him. I bought a gun earlier from town, a Remington 870. He seems to have pretty thick skin, but I think a shotgun evens the playing field nicely. This is for the guide.

ENTRY 16 I killed him! I must've shot him some 5 times square in the chest, but Sneaky Bugger is a terror no more. I'm going to take him with me into town and take the trophy as proof of a supernatural being actually in the world. I won't be mocked anymore!

ENTRY 17 I've come to realize, with no end of dread, two facts: Firstly, Sneaky was not dead, but merely dormant. I should have made sure, but I was so excited... Anyways, the second fact: He (We don't believe Jared actually knew the sex of the creature, but he seemed to refer to it as a him often) is much stronger than your average human. He did, in fact, manage to flip over the truck. That means he is capable of moving, if not actually lifting, 2 tons. I seem to have lost him, but I fear he'll be back. I don't know which way town is, but I can only hope that they're looking for me.

ENTRY 18 Sneaky and I have been playing cat & mouse for a couple hours now, and I wound up back at his hovel. Much to my distress, and later to my surprise, the guide's body was dragged out. It wasn't hard to follow the drag marks, and shortly I came to a crude grave. It seems Sneaky Bugger honors the dead. I can only assume that this is based on one of his supposed origins, a ghost of a local who was banished into the woods. This seems to fit most of his behaviors, but what happened to make his appearance as it is?

ENTRY 19 Sneaky has been getting smarter. He seems to have found out where I've been hiding over and over, and I think the only reason I'm alive is because he's curious as to what I will do. I think I know which way to town, and I'm pretty certain I heard cars a while back. I can only hope, mostly because my food is running low.

ENTRY 20 He has me pinned. Amazingly, this is the same cave I thought I had pinned him in days ago (Jared did not date his notes, so we do not know exactly how often he wrote, or when). I fear he knows this and wants me to know it also. I still have a knife, but I ran out of shotgun shells ages ago. I hear his padded feet pattering outside; it's almost as if he wants me to stay here, like my own personal prison. Oddly, I feel safe inside the cave. I will explore further.

ENTRY 21 The cave seems to have smaller caves leading off of it to almost tactical points, many of which were where he was spotted several times. Sadly, he has thwarted my attempts of freedom every time and has been waiting for me at every exit. I am trapped.

ENTRY 22 I found a hole in the cave. It seems to be used often, but not recently. It smells of shit and piss. I hope I'm not wallowing in Sneaky's bathroom. Last night, in a dream, I had a thought. Isn't it funny how all the best ideas come from dreams...? Anyways, the idea was a simple one: What if there are multiple creatures? I hate to say it, but it makes sense. They've easily been avoiding us in this cave system, and just feed off of local critters (I've found many bones littered around). It also explains why he always stays ahead of me at every exit.

ENTRY 23 My suspicions were confirmed; There are many creatures. They appear to have a language of some sort, but I can't understand. It mostly consists of grunts and growls. They seem content on keeping me penned up like an animal...

ENTRY 24 I'm going to sneak out tonight, although I haven't seen any sleep yet. They may have a dormitory of some sort, at least a communal area. I fear they know something's going to happen, there have been more howls lately.

ENTRY 25 They caught me. I'm holed up in the hovel. I still have the knife, but I doubt it'll do me any good against a lot of them. I may have to make a run for it.

ENTRY 26 (The following is only what was recovered, as all pages after this were ripped and torn.) I ra Th  gh a l th Sne ky  gger ch sed me and my fello capt v s lst woo s lights of the town howls gr nts fllw us we need h  lp pl as ! (The rest is unintelligible).

We believe Jared is dead, although the search continues. Apparently there were some others being held prisoner by these creatures, but we have already found two bodies and hopes are low for the others. This journal was found about a km north of a hovel we believe to be the one from this journal.

We believe this is the appearance of the creature, based on photos and the descriptions given by Jared Masset, age 29, presumed dead.

Height: 3' to 4'6" Weight: Approximately 175 lbs. Physical Appearance: Black, thick skin. Double pairs of eyelids, presumed for better vision or evolutionary mutation. Short, matted fur covers the length of it's small arms. Legs appear to be less than a foot in length. Supposedly has bat-like wings attached to arms to be used for gliding, not actual flying. Its arms are long, reach nearly the ground. Habitat: Sightings are normally just outside jungles an forests. The creature is native to Malaysia, and is very elusive. According to this narration, lives in subterranean caves or small built hovels, most probably mimicking the houses seen in these areas. 