Hello, everyone. It’s me...Mason. Before you scold me for being away for so long, I know. A lot of you probably assumed I was dead. That’s understandable. With all the crazy shit that’s been happening, I’d prefer it if I was dead. I suppose you all probably want an update. Why else would I be here? I have some shit to tell you all. This is actually insane. Where did I last leave off? I’d been taken into custody by these soldiers.

Well, it turns out these guys work for some kind of organization that specializes in hunting down creatures and artifacts of the “paranormal”. I know, right? It sounds like the most blatant bullshit I’ve ever heard of. However, it’s true. They had the papers to prove it and everything. It turns out that they have been hunting for the Squealer for a very long time. If I remember correctly, they’ve been hunting for the Squealer for almost 40 years. They could never seem to catch him though.

Then, word got out about me. They hypothesized that the Squealer wanted me for “something”. As for what, they still won’t tell me. I’m not here to tell you about the ins and outs of whatever this organization has going on. Besides, I don’t fully know myself. What I’m here to tell you about is what happened just a few days ago. I’m putting myself on the line because of this. These guys instructed me not to give out any more information. They ruled this what I’ve told you as “classified”. They even warned me that if I uploaded more, I would run the risk of being arrested for “interfering with an investigation”, “unlawful release of classified information”, and even “treason”. Can you believe that?

Anyway, sit back, relax, and let me tell you what I consider to be the wildest thing that has ever happened to me thus far. Over the first two weeks of me being taken into custody, this people were able to successfully track and capture all the creatures that I’ve previously dealt with. They caught the deer, the ice cream man, and even Waterworks. Through the late hours of the night, these creatures would howl and scream for hours on end. The one thing they never caught, of course, was the Squealer.

They would place bear traps and cameras all throughout the woods just to see if they could have a hope of catching him. For weeks, things were silent. I made the claim that he appears to be more active at night. Of course, they already knew this. After all, they have been chasing him for almost 40 years. As I said last time, they planned to use me as bait. And that’s exactly what they did.

On this night, myself and a large group of soldiers and scientist set up a camp in the woods. For hours, we waited to see if it would come for me. For a while, nothing happened. We were almost ready to give up hope and leave for another day. That’s when things got weird. We began to heard leaves crunching and twigs breaking around us. These steps sounded heavy. It was definitely something larger than any human. I knew the Squealer was relatively light on its feet. Was he intentionally trying to get our attention?

We soon realized that was not his intention. It was much worse. He was giving us a heads up that he was coming. In a quick second, we heard it. That infamous squeal coming from just on top of a small hill near the camp. We all looked almost simultaneously. Usually, the Squealer’s demeanor was fearful yet toyish. This time, the demeanor was completely serious. The men felt an intense blast of fear. This is the first time they’d ever been so close to it.

One soldier abruptly yelled out, “It’s fucking hideous!”

Another shouted, “Open fire!”

With that, all the soldiers proceeded to fire rounds at him. The Squealer stood there as the bullets ricocheted off his body. He let out a high pitched scream that caused a few of the soldiers to drop to the ground. Before we knew it, it started tearing apart soldiers one by one. He picked up one man without struggle and threw him into a line of others. One soldier even jumped on its back and proceeded to stab it. The Squealer pulled the man off his back and proceeded to rip off the man’s arms.

One man brought out a flamethrower and set the monster ablaze. The Squealer screeched and moaned in pain before quickly putting himself out. Other soldiers continuously fired rounds into the beast. In a split second, it killed about six men with its razor sharp nails. A scientist pushed me into a nearby van with a few others soldiers. Before I could even process what was happening, someone punched it on the gas. We were out of there within a minute.

We left behind all those soldiers. One of the men in the van started talking into a walkie talkie. He was talking to a guy who was back at the camp. Over the device, I could hear gunfire, screaming, and yelling. The man spoke.

“Monty, don’t hold back! Kill that bastard if needed!”

A man on the other end responded.

“Sir, I don’t know what’s happening. This fucker is crazy! He’s too goddamn strong!”

The connection cut out for about 20 seconds before reconnecting. The man on the other end proceeded to speak once more.

“Sir, we’ve got him bleeding.”

“Bleeding? What do you mean?”

“I think he’s bleeding, sir. It’s not blood. It’s like dark and gaseous.”

“Gaseous? You mean a dark, gaseous matter is coming from his body?!”

“Yes sir. I don’t know what it is. He’s dropping our men like flies.”

“Listen, Monty. Fight for as long as you can. Once you’ve done enough, retreat to base with as many as you can.”

“Affirmative, sir. We’ll try. Men, hold your ground! Don’t let up with those shots!”

With that, the communication was over. These guys realized that weren’t dealing with just any monster. This thing was something of overwhelming power.

The next day, only Monty and eight other soldiers returned to base. Even though so many people died, they aren’t considering it a total loss. Monty was able to get a small sample of the mysterious gas that was supposedly leaking from Squealer’s body. The scientist guys said they were going to run some tests on it.

They won’t let me go home yet. They’re having me live at the base. I had to type this up on my phone. I’m not supposed to be doing this, but I don’t care. I just want this to end. I just want to be done with this insane nonsense. Before I go, I have to say that something strange happened to me. A few days ago, I had a dream that I was just roaming the woods. My body felt different though. I was taller and felt stronger. Then, I came across this woman who was just standing in the middle of the woods.

My body froze for a second. Then suddenly, my hands stretch out in my sight, and I can see that my hands and arms are incredibly long and thin. Within a split second, I suddenly dash towards the woman. She screams. Then, I wake up. I can’t explain what that was all about.

Anyway, I better get going for they try to arrest me for “treason”. I’m already being held against my will as it is. I’ll keep you all informed with updates.

This is Officer Mason, and my skin feels so good. I just want to peel it off and wear it again. Wait, why did I just type that?