I’m back and I have more to tell. Unfortunately, I don’t know where to begin. Nothing relatively unusual has happened lately except for one thing. However, this one thing is the biggest thing. I finally found out what lead to that woman’s death. Well, I figured out that the thing she heard outside her house was the Squealer itself. I figured out how the Squealer works. I figured out how the Squealer thinks. Most importantly, I finally received my closure on whether or not the Squealer is real. How did I come to these conclusions? Well, the other night, I saw it. I finally saw it. I experienced it for myself. I finally saw the Squealer with my own eyes. Now, I wish I’d never seen it.

I suppose I should start at the beginning. I apologize if I sound a bit hesitant or elated. I’m just a mix of excited and overwhelmed with fear at seeing the almighty Squealer. Now ever since I moved to this town, I’ve obviously seen a lot of screwed up stuff, but seeing the Squealer is by far the worst thing I’ve ever seen. Let me explain.

Late a couple of nights ago, I was in bed trying to get a little sleep. I was already having enough trouble as it was. That’s when I heard it. I heard the slight sound of squealing. At first, I thought it was tires screeching. As it got closer, it started to sound a little voice-like. That’s when I was reminded of that infamous phone call from the woman. I sat up from bed to see a large, humanoid silhouette slowly lurking past my window.

In my stupid head, I thought, “I can’t just call the police. I am the police. I’m handling this myself.”

I grabbed my pistol and a flashlight, then headed outside. I was greeted by the moon illuminating the world around me. I heard the slight squealing close to me. It was coming from my backyard. I slowly made my way back with the gun and flashlight ahead of me. At first, I saw nothing. It was completely silent. I could hear nothing but the night wind blowing through the trees.

I used my flashlight to pan over the tree line. That’s when I saw it. I saw the Squealer. There was not single doubt in my mind that this wasn’t the Squealer. Seeing it gave me a feeling similar to what I felt when I was trying to leave for that ice cream truck. However, this feeling of fear was far more intense. It felt like every bad thing that ever happened in my life was piling on me at once and multiplying.

How do I describe this creature? It was tall. It had to be at least eight or nine feet tall. The creature didn’t stand completely upright. It moved somewhat like a primate. Its legs remained in a permanent bed. Its arms and legs were incredibly long and thin. Actually, its entire body was somewhat thin and malnourished. It’s fingers and nails looked sharp to the touch. Looking at it, I finally realized why it does what it does. Its physical appearance was made up of skin, but the skin was not its own. Its body was covered with stitches, meaning that skin was from others. The worst part was its face. It didn’t have eyes, ears, or a nose. Instead, it had two human mouths where the eyes would normally be, yet I knew it could somehow see me.

The creature showed the teeth in both of its mouths. I could tell it was somehow...someway...smiling at me. Without warning, it let out an ear-piercing cry. It sent a shocking pitch through my ears that made me stumble. When I managed to regain my bearings, it was gone.

I haven’t gotten the image of that thing out of my head since I saw it. There is no doubt in my mind that the creature was not the Squealer. That thing gave me a feeling that no other event or creature has. I didn’t get a wink of sleep that night or the night after. I think if I’d tried to call the cops, that thing would’ve tore down my door and tore me to shreds.

I think everything I’m experiencing is not a coincidence. I think the Squealer, this leader of these monstrosities, has it out for me. It doesn’t like that I’m digging so deep. I’m afraid that it’s going to come back soon. I’ve been having bizarre dreams ever since. On the bright side, I have three sketches now, and I don’t think it will be the last.

1. The Squealer

2. Ice Cream Man

3. The Deer

I think I'll post all my sketches of these things on the post wall later. I'm not the best drawer, but I'd tried to make them as accurate as possible. I know this was a bit shorter than usual, but I'm trying to get my head together over this. I honestly believe that thing would've killed me. I'll report back when something else happens. I say "when" because I know something will happen.

This is Officer Mason signing off, and I just woke up with a piece of skin missing from my forehead. I don't know where it is. I don't know who took it, but I have an idea. The only thing I'm worried about is the fact that a part of me is now a part of it. I should really consider moving.