I’ve never been very big on science. Well, that is until a few days ago. By the time you’re reading this, the storm is still going on. The town is on the brink of flooding. I haven’t heard from anyone in literally a week or so. If that isn’t bad enough, I’ve run out of food, and now I’m resorting to eating my emergency supply of canned goods to survive. The blasted howling thunder is still going on as well. It makes it hard to sleep at night. It’s so dark and muggy outside, I don’t even know when it’s night and when it’s day. It’s like we’re in the middle of the Chernobyl disaster outside.

However, something happened to me a few days ago. As I was sitting in my living room probably on the brink of madness, I started hearing what sounded like vehicles outside my home. It sounded like it was more than one. I looked out my window, but of course this didn’t do anything seeing as how it’s so stormy. Before I knew it, my door was kicked in. These soldiers holding assault rifles bursted in my home and ordered me to the ground. Naturally, I complied. Before I knew it, one of them put a bag over my head.

At this point, I was panicked. Was I being kidnapped? Did I do something wrong? All I could hear were the men chatting amongst one another. Next thing I know, I can feel rain hitting my bare arms. I was outside, no doubt. Then, they put me in a car. We drove for what seemed like 15 minutes. Afterwards, they took the back off my head and ordered me to get out. We were in front of military camper. There were trucks and soldiers everywhere. Obviously, this was new to me considering I’d never seen this place before. Then, I saw those two men in the suits. These were the two men that originally saw taking pictures of the woods. What was this? What kind of operation were they doing? What did they want with me?

About an hour later, the men had taken me to an interrogation room. At least, I assume it was an interrogation room. After a while, a few men came into the room and explained to me what they wanted me to do. However, they were quite vague with their explanation.

One of them said, “We’ve called you here for one specific reason. You are one of the only few people who can help us understand this…’subject’.”

A few of the guards lifted me up and took me to a room. Standing there, were a few men in lab coats along with a couple of armed guards. They all stood staring at a large glass window that let them see into a chamber of some sort. Inside the chamber, there were four people. I recognized all of them. The first one was Wester. The second was the child that was taken by the ice cream truck. The third was the mangled man that walked into the church. Finally, the fourth was the woman that was mutilated. The woman that started my story.

What was strange, was that all of them looked fine. I know that at least three of them were surely pronounced dead, but now, they were all before me in a good condition. I asked one of the men what was going on. Finally, one of them explained.

“You’ve seen it. You’ve seen the Anomaly, right? You’ve seen its power. We want it. We want to capture it. You’re special. You can help us. We can protect you if you help us.” one of the men said.

To make a long story short, The Squealer is a monster that hunts on desire instead of instinct. This means that he doesn’t hunt based on what he finds, he hunts based on what he wants. From their hypothesis, I am the prey he wants, and he will stop at nothing to get me. The four victims standing in the chamber are individuals that were spotted roaming within the storm. The men described them as looking “lost” and “unresponsive”.

The men have tried to capture Squealer for years. They brought me here to help conduct a test. The scientist believe that Squealer and its subjects can be weakened with a sound at a certain frequency. They want to play the sound for the four people in the chamber. If they respond, then they have what they need to finally hunt and take down this monster. If they speculations are true, I should be able to hear the sound too.

Without warning, the sound started playing. I could hear it as plain as day. The men weren’t responding which means they couldn’t hear it. The sound sent a piercing ring through my ears. I couldn’t stand it. My eyes kept twitching uncontrollably and my teeth were grinding one another. The reactions of the subjects in the chamber were even worse.

I looked into the chamber to see all four of them covering their ears and screaming. However, their screams were off. They didn’t sound human. They sounded like deep, monstrous groans. All four of them sounded like gorillas. They began to shake violently. Their skin began to fizzle and boil, eventually melting off their bodies. They still screamed as they ran around in the large puddle of their liquidated skin. Before we knew it, they couldn’t take it anymore. All of them proceeded to kill themselves by breaking their own necks. The sound of them snapping their necks was almost as loud as the sound being played by the scientists.

One of the scientists proceeded to chuckle.

“Just as we thought. They were just mere puppets of that damn thing.” he said.

In my frustration, I lashed out and demanded them to tell me who they were. One of the scientists approached me and gave a clear explanation.

“We...are a government based organization that specializes in hunting, capturing, containing, and/or exterminating unnatural beings, artifacts, and events that may potentially threaten the human race. The thing that you’ve experienced is one our most wanted creatures. You are its prey, and it is ours. While it hunts you, we hunt it.” the scientist said.

Well, that’s reassuring. They’re literally using me as bait to catch this thing. I know I’ve been gone for a while, and I apologize for that. You have to understand what I’m going through. After days on in, that dreaded storm has finally ceased. I feel like I’m going to die soon. It’s not that I’m complaining though. I’ll report back when I have something. I’m still somewhat confused about the situation I’m in. To be honest, I don’t think anyone knows what’s going on. Apparently, Squealer can create “Bodysnatchers”. That’s what I’m calling them considering they were perfectly disguised as humans. I’ll depart for now.

This is Officer Mason reporting off for now, and I think the end is near.