It’s confirmed. It’s fucking confirmed. Ladies and gentlemen, it has been fucking confirmed. He attacked again. This time, he attacked with an iron fist. He almost got me too. Luckily, I was able to get out of there in mere seconds. Wait. Hold on. I need to start from the beginning. As I type this, I’m currently in a rush. As soon as I post this, I’m getting in my car and making a break for it. I’m getting out of this town. Therefore, I’ll quickly explained what happened about an hour ago. I already have my essentials packed. Let’s make this quick.

After my last event, the scientists found me and forced me back to the base. From that point on, I was put in a cell. They suspected me of trying to escape, thus accused me trying interfere with an investigation. They told me that once this was all said and done, I would be arrested for several crimes. I’ve been a cop for a while. I was disgusted. I knew corruption when I saw it, and this was a prime example of it.

Anyway, something just happened. Something really bad just happened. All of a sudden, all of those captured monsters started screeching in unison. It wasn’t like before. It’s like they were alerted by something. Their screams blasted through the entire base. The nearby guards seemed to become unsettled, as did I. Then, like a bullet, the feeling of fear hit us all like a freight train. I knew what that meant. He was here.

I knew this was serious business. When you feel that feeling of fear, you know it’s bad. Suddenly, a soldier ran up to the two guards that were guarding my cell. He was in a panic.

“Code Gray! Code Gray! He’s here! Let’s go!” he screamed.

In that moment, a loud squeal rang through the entire base, causing the ground to vibrate. I could also hear the sound of gunfire coming from outside. I begged for the guards to unlock the cell before they ran off. They ignored me and ran towards the unseeable chaos. That’s when I heard it.

“MAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

A loud, deep voice called my name. I knew who it was. I had to get the hell out of this cage. I yelled out for help when I caught the attention of a scientist. He was holding a suitcase and a jar of what I would I’m assuming was the black, gaseous material that was coming from the Squealer from the previous encounter. He looked completely out of his mind.

“It’s you!” he said.

He ran over to the cell, unlocked the cage, and led me to a back exit.

“I’ve been waiting for so long to meet you. You have quite the mess on your hand, buddy.”

“What the hell is happening out there? Who are you?” I asked.

“My name is Dr. Moreas. I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. I’ve had my eyes on that Squealer for a while. I know he tends to get a little fiesty when he wants something, but I’ve never seen him riled up like this before.”

“I think that bastard wants my brain.”

“Brain? Fascinating. That blows my original theory then. Before we leave, I have to test something. It’s time we put those frequency waves to the test.”

Dr. Moreas pulled out a remote and hit some buttons. I don’t exactly know what it was, but the moment he pressed it, I could feel that dreaded sound through my ears. I dropped to ground in pain, and through the sound I could hear Squealer moan. It didn’t sound like a moan of pain. It sounded like he was enjoying it. It always sounded like some sort of sensual pleasure.

Around the corner, the Squealer appeared. We were on the far end of the hallway, so he would have to run a great distance to get to us. His body was covered in blood and torn camouflage cloth. He turned in our direction and smiled. Suddenly, he spoke in a tone louder than the frequency with a deep, blasting voice.

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!”

It started sprinting at us at full speed. There was no way we’d be able to escape before he overtook us. Dr. Moreas stepped in front of me.

“Go, Mason. I’ll let him take me so you can get out of here. If you die, that’s it. We need to end this cycle. Only you can stop this. NOW GO!!!!”

Shit. Who was I to argue. Before I ran, Moreas gave me the jar of black material and the suitcase. I turned my back and ran for my life. Within a split second of turning my back, I heard Moreas scream before it was abruptly cut with the sound of a loud snap.

I jumped in one of the vans and hit the gas like there was no tomorrow. If I didn’t get out of there, there would be no tomorrow. Now, here we are. The suitcase contains papers of how the Squealer supposedly finds its victims. Remember when those scientists test that frequency thing on those monsters that were in the form of past victims? Apparently, several of those skinwalkers roam all over the earth, but you’ll never know until it’s too late.

That day I lost my family, someone there had to been one of his skinwalkers watching me. They were there as the Squealer’s eyes, and wherever its prey goes, he will follow. Not just that, I also found something else. This is big. The reason the Squealer stalked this town for so long was not because of me. He was stalking the prey before me. That prey...was Wester. Once I entered the picture, he lost his appetite for Wester, and he wanted me instead. That’s why he didn’t mind killing his the way he did. It all makes fucking sense.

As I type this, there is an ice cream truck parked outside my house. As I type this, my sinks and toilet are making noises. As I type this, a deer is scraping its antlers against my windows. As I type this, I can hear Princess singing from outside. As I type this, a bunch of scarecrows are standing on my front lawn. As I type this, I can hear a baby in my air vents. As I type this, there’s a bunch of spider webs coming through the ceiling. As I type this, I can hear squealing at my front door.

I have nowhere to go. There’s not a doubt in my mind that they aren’t blocking every possible way I could escape. All I have in my home that has even a chance of saving me are my gun and a few kitchen knives, but I doubt they’re going to save me from this situation. This might just be my final upload. If I somehow do upload again, then you know I escaped this situation. If I don’t report back as soon as it’s all over, just assume I’m dead or my brain has been assimilated to that disgusting bastard.

My wife knew me as a fighter. My kids knew me as a fighter. The people of this town know me as a fighter. So, I’m not going down without a fight. I’ll let you know what happens. Right now, my skin is crawling, and I’m getting this huge urge to just rip it off.

Until then, this is Mason. Wish me luck. If I don’t upload again, thank you for sticking with me. And goodbye.

Stay tuned next week for "The Squealer: Season One Finale".