I’ve come to the conclusion that maybe I’m going insane. At first, I was giving this “Squealer” situation the benefit of the doubt, but after today, I have to be going crazy. I saw things that should not be possible. I saw things that shouldn’t physically exist in our world. I need to calm down. I need to catch my bearings.

Ivers, some other deputies, and I went out to the woods today. We were searching for that child that was taken. Ivers questioned us doing this. If someone kidnaps someone, they don’t typically take them to the woods. However, I had the distinct feeling that we weren’t alone out in these woods. As I searched, I had this unnerving feeling that someone was watching me just beyond the trees.

I recently started making sketches to keep track of all the screwed up things I see. Of course, I couldn’t draw the Squealer because I’d never seen it, nor did I even believe it existed. I did draw the ice cream man though. I’m using “man” very loosely. It’s hard to call whatever that thing was a man. Even when I looked back at my sketch of it, it gave me chills.

Anyway, I’m getting off topic. Earlier today, I saw some incredibly screwed up things out in those woods. They’re things that I can’t explain now. They’re things that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain. Let’s start with the first thing. While I was searching, I started hearing that God-forsaken music again. It was different this time though. Mixed in with the jingle, was the sound of a voice. It was a human voice. It was a child’s voice. It was the sound of a child screaming in agony mixed in with the music. It started off slow and soft, but it eventually got louder and louder. Eventually, it was absolutely bursting into my ears. Suddenly, it stopped. It just abruptly stopped.

Now, here’s the second thing that happened that day. This was close around the afternoon time. The sun was at its peak. It was hot that day. The boys decided to take a break and eat lunch. While we were all sitting around eating our sandwiches at the cars, we see this deer walk out of the tree line. It looks at us for a good minute or two. Naturally, we stare back at it. Suddenly, the deer starts acting weird. Granted, I don’t know how deers are supposed to act. I’m not a deer expert, but I’m pretty sure this deer was having an inner meltdown or something.

The deer starts jerking its head back and forth. How do I describe it? Have you ever seen The Last Exorcist? There’s a part where the girl’s head just goes crazy and starts jerking and twisting. That’s what was happening to this deer. I swear I thought it was going to break its neck. A few of the deputies got slightly creeped out, but I was just fascinated. Finally, the deer looks up at the sky and lets out the most human sounding cry I’ve ever heard. That’s what I found so strange. When it cried out, it didn’t sound remotely like an animal. It sounded exactly like a person.

Now, let’s move on to the third thing. This one happened late that noon. We continued searching for the child. At this point, I was looking around a small river. I found nothing out of the ordinary at first, but I started getting that feeling again. I felt like I was being watched. I heard the sound of clopping close by. It sound like hooves on solid rocks. When I followed the sound, that’s exactly what I found. It was a deer. I’m going to go on the assumption that it was the same deer from earlier. It was just pacing back and forth. I don’t think it noticed me at first, but when I took a step closer, I stepped on a stray twig. The deer looked up, but it didn’t run away or panic. It just stood there in complete silence.

I felt bad for disturbing it, so I slowly turned around and proceeded to walk away. That’s when I heard it.

“You...should...r-run...Get...out...of...w-woods...He...doesn’t...l-l-like...you…”

It spoke to me. I swear to God. The deer spoke. What made it all the more disturbing wasn’t it speaking, but it was the voice it had. It sounded just like my daughter. It had the exact same voice as my dead daughter. It had that same sweet little girl’s voice, even though it was a male deer. I bolted in the opposite direction. I didn’t care about anything but getting as far away from that thing as possible.

I nearly knocked Ivers down when I ran into him. He was little pissed. I couldn’t just tell him why I was running. What would he think? There was no way he was going to believe I saw a talking deer. I simply told him I saw a bear and ran. I think he somewhat believed that half-assed excuse.

The final thing that happened came around night time. We didn’t come across a single sign of the child or the truck. We were getting ready to call it a day after a bit more searching. I decided to search a little closer to the clearing for obvious reasons. I didn’t find a single thing. The last thing that happened was quick, but it was enough to almost send me into cardiac arrest.

Approaching me, was that same damn deer. I put my hand on my holster, ready to shoot this thing if I had to. It look at me, looked at my holster, then looked out in the woods. It didn’t seem to be worried about my gun. I started stepping closer and closer.

“Stay back.” I said.

The deer paused and smiled. I didn’t know deer could smile. Suddenly, it stood up on its back legs and started walking towards me even more. Its chest opened up to reveal pulsating tentacles squirming towards me. That was more than enough for me. I pulled out my gun and shot it right in the head. It didn’t affect it in the slightest. I started hearing the others running to my location. I think the deer heard them coming as well.

It retreated back on all four legs. Before it ran back into the woods, it said one thing with my daughter’s voice.

“Why did you shoot me, Daddy?”

I broke down on the ground in tears. The others came to see me a complete mess. Naturally, Ivers had some questions, but he saved them for another day.

A few days have now passed since that happened. Just as I thought, Ivers didn’t believe me.

I’m going to be honest. These experiences have changed my viewpoint. I believe the Squealer is real. I believe that all these strange happenings and creatures are connected to the Squealer. I believe all these creatures are minions of the Squealer. As crazy as that may sound, I actually believe this. I now have two sketches.

1. The Ice Cream Man

2. The Deer

So far, there are only two creatures I’ve experienced. There’s no doubt in my mind that everyone in this town knows what is going on. A lot of them just deny it. I believe Ivers knows what I’m experiencing. He just refuses to accept it. I don’t believe we’re ever going to see that kid again. If all of these creatures are giving me this kind of trauma, I can only imagine what the Squealer himself could be like.

I’m signing off for now. If something else weird happens, which it most likely will, I will report it on here. This is Officer Mason signing off, and I just found a pile of bloody deer shit on my doorstep.