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It all began awhile back, farther back then I care to remember... But I remember that thing like it was yesterday... It was March 21, 2006. I was eating dinner with my family at our log cabin style house, and we were having an great discusion. "So, Tim, have you made any new friends?", I said to my son, who was 8 at the time and turning 9 the following week. "Well, not exactly, but I did see this guy, though.  He was really weird." "What did he look like, exactly?", I responded, curious. "He was dressed in this big coat with pockets all over it, and he wore this big hat covering his face. All I could see was his large glasses...", said Tim. "Tell me more about this man...", I said, wanting to know more. "He was really tall and really broad, and his skin was like this pale white color. His nails were long and like claws, pitch black in color..", said Tim, slight fear in his voice. I knew that he was scared by whoever and whatever he saw maybe... So I set out to check the area where he spotted the figure. And what did I see? Nothing... Nothing at all. I wondered... More and more, I began to wonder what it was my son saw. Then the feeling like we weren't alone in our couple acres of property with it's woods began to settle in...

Every night, we would hear rattling, knocking, all sorts of noises. It shook me to the bones, and it unsettled me extremely. I began to think we were going mad, but then he showed himself, that horrible vile creature.  I was going out to get some wood for the fire, when I saw it. The figure my son saw revealed it's true look... It was roughly 18 feet tall, and it had four arms. It had no clothing on... Revealing it's grostesquely muscular and deformed body, with tendrils sticking out of the back. It had an mouth full of razor sharp teeth, and I could tell it was chewing on something... The remains of some man in an mask. I started to ran when that horrible voice echoed in my mind, that raspy, voice which sounded like metal scraping against metal, and an sharp nail being dragged down an chalk board.... ''You can not outrun me, human. There is nowhere to go where I can't find you. You, though not satisfying as devouring my own kind, as I did right now, will be an good meal. ''And with that, I fled to my family, but it was too late...

Blood splattered the walls. What remained of our several pets was scattered all over the place. I rushed to my bedroom, and they there were, my wife and son, both dead, torn perfectly in half. I wondered what could of done this, but then an overwhelming sense of dread came over me, and I realized what had happened... It killed them... Even with fear clutching my heart, I still wept, silently... But I didn't have time to mourn. I had to find an way to kill that thing, first. Then, I was tossed through the window like an rag doll, straight into the car. Despite bleeding heavily, I mannaged to get out my key, fumbling while doing it. I put the key into the slot, tried to start the car, but nothing happened. "Damn it!", I said, out of sheer frustration. I tried several times to start the car, but nothing happened. I walked out, and ran straight into the forest, the feeling of dread I had at first getting closer and closer. It's approaching, I thought. I had to get out of there, and fast. I soon reached the end of my property, where the road was. I ran to the side of the road, out of breath. I waved my arms, hoping an car would pick me up. Several times later, I finally was picked up. We drove along the road silently, when an deer ran in front of the car, causing the car to flip.

With the driver dead, and me severly injured, I limped out of the car to the nearest police station. They found me, battered and beaten. I was further questioned, but with my mind in it's fragile state, and the full weight of what had occured hitting me like an anvil, I was sentenced to an asylum.... And then I was questioned once more. "What happened?", the doctor asked. "Can't tell. He'll kill me." "Who will kill you?", the doctor asked, seriousness in his voice. "Master will.  Doesn't like people knowing about him who shouldn't." The doctor frowned, and I can tell he thought I was mad. "Well, let me get the needle out.", the doctor sighed, and I knew what he was going to do. He was going to put me down like an sick dog. Then, he spoke to me through my mind once more. ''Kill the troublesome doctor now, or else die. "''Yes, master.", I said. When the doctor came in, I seized the needle, and stabbed him the neck. Within an matter of minutes he fell to the floor, dead. ''NOW come to me, my minion. We have much to do. With that, I killed everybody in my way, in order to get to him. ''I snapped out of it, and fled. Now here I lie, with this tape recorder, sending this message to you. To those who find this, I will already be dead. Run away while you still can. I have this gun with me, too. I know what to do. It's the only thing I can do to escape this Hell. Goodbye, cruel world. 