I was wrong. I was so wrong. With all the absolute hell I’ve been through, I was starting to get used to these creatures attacking me, as crazy as that sounds. Unfortunately, I think I’ve done it. I think I have officially pissed off this monster to a point that there is no turning back. I think it is about to make us suffer. It’s about to make me and this entire town suffer.

A few days ago, scarecrows starting appearing on the outer limits of town. Ivers finally believes me. Ivers told me that he was doing his daily route on the outer limits when he saw the truck that normally delivers a weekly supply of food for the whole town. That’s when a gang of scarecrows pounced off their posts and onto the truck. He said he watched them rip that truck apart. Ivers shot at them a few times, but that didn’t do anything. All he could do was helplessly watch as they tore off the truck doors, pulled out the driver, and tore apart the truck driver.

The sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping was almost overshadowed by the sound of the driver’s screams. The screams abruptly stopped with one final snap. Ivers said he saw the push the truck into the cornfields until it was no longer viewable. One of them dragged the driver’s body behind.

It is extremely apparent what is happening. Ivers and other deputies have reported that these scarecrows are located in every direction of town. They’re not letting anything get in, and they’re not letting anything get out. We can’t last like this. Eventually, we’re going to run out of food. Ivers has been calling higher authorities hour after hour. He’s obviously panicked. I now have another brand of creature to add to my journal.

1. The Squealer

2. Ice Cream Man

3. The Deer

4. Waterworks

5. The Watchers

I’m just going to call them Watchers due to their nature. They just sit on posts pretending to be scarecrows until something tries to enter or exit the town. I haven’t even seen one up close. They would most likely tear me to shreds if I try to approach them.

Later that day, the deacon gathered everyone at the church to make emergency announcements. Ivers has issued the town under a state of emergency. Eventually, we’re going to run out of food, water, and resources. He’s issuing that we need to savor as much as we can to survive. Ivers told me that higher authorities were on their way, but he looked very unsure when he said it.

I can’t explain what happens next with full clarity. All I can say is that all the people who were skeptical before, definitely believed us now. Someone came walking into the church. It was the truck driver that Iver’s had seen being mangled. Of course, he still looked a mess.

His eyes were rolled to the back of his head. There was a large dent in his head making his skull look like it was caved in. I’m pretty sure it was. He was somehow walking despite one of his legs being half torn off and the other leg was snap in several different directions. His arms were both mangled, broken, twisted, and disproportionate. His bottom jaw hung lower than any human should be able to go. He moved in a way that reminded me of a those terrible puppet shows from the 90s.

He certainly sent chills through everyone in the church, including myself. How should I put this? He looked so bad, that I was trying to figure out if he was dead or alive. At any moment, I was expecting him to run at us like a crazed zombie. Instead, he spoke. What he said, sent nightmarish chills through my whole body.

“I-I-It...huuuuuuurrrrrrttttttssss!!!!! Please….k-k-kill...me!!!!!!!!!”

At that moment, he started sprinted at us with his broken legs. The deputies pulled out their pistols and fired at least 50 rounds before he finally dropped. I didn’t know what to think. That man obviously looked like he could be a minion of the Squealer, but that cry for death sounded genuine. This Squealer is even worse than I ever imagined. It has killed people, kidnapped children, sent people into mental breakdowns, and now, it’s making people suffer while they’re alive.

Right now, I’m sitting at home with a can of beef stew and a few bottled waters. That’s all I can have a day until help arrives. It sucks. We have to make sure that no one tries to leave out. We can’t afford losing anymore people. This is my fault. It has to be my fault. Everything was peaceful until I showed up. I dug too deep and now we’re going to face the consequences.

I’ve doomed this town to an inevitable demise. The Squealer takes people. It takes what it wants from them. Then, it uses the leftovers as part of a new creation. If I don’t right again, I’ll probably be dead. I’ve always expressed that I don’t worry about dying. I’ve already lost my family. I have nothing else to lose.

At this point, I don’t know what’s going to happen to us. I think I’m finally going to talk to Deacon. I know what the Squealer is. I know what it does. However, I need to find out where it came from. If any of you have any ideas, please let me know. I promise I’ll report here immediately when I get some information. Until next time, be safe out there. Watch your back. You never who is watching just beyond your sight.