Survival

&nbsp [''These are entries taken from the journal of Jeffrey Howard. Howard was attacked in his home at 11:34 P.M., October 16 by the NYPD. These files can be found in the evidence locker #000157 A.'']

October 13, 11:06 P.M.

I saw it again! This time it was sitting outside the window, knocking. I was sitting in the study when I heard knocking at the window. I go and lift the curtains, and there it is! That fucking thing was sitting there staring at me! Well, since it doesn't have eyes I geuss it can't look at me, but it felt like it was watching at me!

October 15, 8:28 A.M.

''It's getting bolder. ''It was walking around in the backyard. I was hoping the sun-light would kill it, but no such luck. Lady Luck is such a bitch lately. I've been studying the phsyiology as much as I could from looking at it. It is humaniod in form, and I'm willing to bet it is almost human on the inside. While watching, I noticed that it stepped over the razor-wire I had strung around last night. How could it know to step over the wire if it couldn't see it? Could it sense the wire? Jesus Christ, the thought of an alien creature with a sixth sense scares me shitless!

October 15, 9:17 P.M.

It got in the house again, and this time I caught it sneaking around the kitchen. I sat watching it for a moment, but then it saw me. I barely made it into the bathroom before it caught me. I thought the damned thing was gonna bust the door down! It's getting alot more agressive, and it scares me to think why. I'm wondering if it saw me making plans to get rid of it early this week, and the fact that I didn't even notice it creeps me out. Can it really be that sneaky?

October 16, 5:09 P.M.

It destroyed the house while is was at work. I'm not going to hide from it tonight. This bastard is going to get what's coming to him.

[''Howard was completely brutalized when the paramedics arrived. The neighbors, the Hilenboughs, had called the NYPD when they heard signs of a struggle at the Howard home. The scene was a complete disaster. Along with Howard, there was a corpse of a yet unidentified subject. The autopsy of the subject will be undertaken as of a later date.'']

Memo: John Ellis

Jesus, the crime scene was a complete mess! There was blood everywhere! There was so much I couldn't tell who's was who's! That Jeffrey guy was bad, but the other thing was just frightning! From what I could tell, the thing, the fucking monster, died when Howard ripped his throat out ''with his bare hands! ''Howard had some really deep lacerations from the creatures talons along his ribs and on his arms and face. He's lucky he was still able to be saved when the medics arrived. Given a few more minutes, howard would have died. I took a look at the autopsy report today, and besides being a complete anamolly to the mortician, the intestinal tract contained Howard's fingers. The freaky thing, the fingers were chopped off with a cleaver. What kind of guy could chop off his own fingers to use as an appetizer against a fucking creature from hell like that?