3/19/18 2:59 Hey. I don’t really know why I’m doing this but, hi future Nick! So uh today I realized that Maverick has actually gone insane. He asked me to go to the forest with him. I guess that’s not that bad… It’s really just sort of the way he’s going about all of it. Maybe you’ll come to find out it’s all just a prank. I guess I’ll see him there though.
3/18 4:19 Today’s the day we went to the forest. When we left I saw… I don’t know what I saw. When it crawled from behind that tree, I couldn't look away. It was horrifying. It had elongated fingers, each stretching about half a foot. I didn’t take in anything else. That was the first thing I saw, and the only thing I remember… I just sat there, in shock, barely able to take in what was happening at the time. I don’t really remember what happened next, it all went by so fast. I just remember Mav driving away while it watched. It didn’t chase us, it just watched.
3/26/18 21:38 I asked Maverick if we could go back.. I don’t remember anything about that night other than what this journal has told me. I can’t stand being helpless and unknowing. I’ll have to be though, because Maverick said it was “too soon.” It’s been three days, what does he want? A week? A month? A year? Two years? I can’t wait that long. I’m going without him.
3/27/18 4:25 I went back to the forest. I was sighted quickly. The creature still had those long fingers, and I noticed its glowing red eyes. Something else I hadn’t mentioned was that it was fast. Extremely fast. As soon as it saw me it started running at me. I could see all of the dead leaves flying, hear them being crushed under the weight of it. I was panic-stricken. I froze. Once it got over to me, it knocked me over. It was about to kill me, I could feel it about to tear my skin open and leave me there to die… But then, I didn’t. I don’t know who it was, but someone distracted it. Maybe it was Maverick. Remember to ask him later.
3/28/18 20:34 Maverick said he didn’t even know I went to the forest. And then berated me for being an idiot. Some brother. Aren’t they supposed to support your stupid ideas? But who the hell else knows about this thing?! I’m definitely not going back any time soon, though… I understand why Mav said it was “too soon.”
4/6/18 23:18 I guess this has turned into my “monster journal” really because that’s all I’ve really talked about in this thing. Maybe if I tell someone about it then after I die they can release it to the press or something. Anyways, the reason I’m even bothering to write anything in this is that I thought I saw it in the bushes near my house. Just watching, like always… It could have just been the neighbour’s goat though, it did have horns. But the eyes. I recognize those bleeding, scarlet eyes. Well, they weren’t actually bleeding, but they sure as hell looked like it.
4/19/18 3:12 It was definitely the forest thing. I saw it again. Is it stalking me? I’ll have to ask Frank, after all, he’s the only person I can talk to. I swear to god this whole thing is getting out of hand. I don’t feel safe in my own house anymore. What if it breaks in? It could just fucking kill me in my sleep. Sure, being killed in the forest is scary, but not even having the safety of your house… I can’t leave for someone else’s. The thing could kill them. I think I’ll rent a hotel room for the time being.
4/21/18 13:15 Why the hell are hotels so fucking expensive?
4/22/18 1:49 I asked Maverick if we can go back. I want to kill it. I want it to be gone, forever. I never want to see it’s hideous horns and eyes and fingers again. He said yes. I’m gonna kill that piece of shit. I’ll never have to deal with it again.
4/24/18 7:12 It recognized us immediately. I think it must have remembered that I froze when I was scared, because it went after Maverick first. I just stood there. I watched my brother die. What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why didn’t I save him… The plan was to hit it while it was focused on one of us. I just fucking screwed it all up.
4/26/18 19:57 I heard something. At my door. I think I need to check my locks later this week.
5/1/18 13:23 I’m watching the door. Every time I lock the door, it “magically” unlocks. I’m scared. I know it’s only a matter of time before the door starts “magically” opening. And then, I’ll be “magically” dead. I don’t feel like writing about this anymore. It’s wearing on my mental state, to remind myself every day of what I’ve seen by looking back through my entries. It’s… painful.
5/1/18 19:48 I’m sending this to Frank. Maybe that way he’ll know what happened to me. Not that he’d have to guess much.