Hey there. My name is Constantine Ambrose.

Growing up, I was a pretty normal kid living a pretty normal life. I had a pretty normal family who lived into a pretty normal house in a pretty normal neighborhood, where my sister and I were home-schooled for most of our lives. But this year, what would be known as our sophomore year of high school, we would start attending a pretty normal public high school after moving into another pretty normal house this summer.

I was never the type to go out of the house in the first place, but I went out on a pretty normal day just to get the feel of what kind of a city I would be living in. I still had a lot of unpacking left to do, but I figured I would do it later.

Everything went fine, and the people were nice and pretty normal as well. I was given a few recommendations to some of the local diners that were more in the center of town to try out, as well as some out-of-town restaurants. I got to visit one place that specializes in dairy-free milkshakes. It wasn’t anything too out of this world, but it was definitely delicious.

I was really getting a good feeling of this new city. I sent pictures to my family of the diners I was recommended to go to and a small shopping center that was close to a pound. I sent a lot of pictures of the animals I got to see to my sister, cause I knew she would want to visit this place as soon as she finished setting up her room.

The walk back to my new house was just as normal as any other walk that I’ve ever been on. I was watching the sky, and the sun was setting behind some pretty normal looking clouds. I had somehow spent most of my day out in town, even though it felt like I was out for maybe a couple of hours. The sky was getting dark, and there were less people out walking around. I noticed there were a lot of cars on the streets, possibly from people coming home from a pretty normal day at work.

I found myself following the directions displayed on my phone to an alley that was between a burger joint and what appeared to be student housing. I walked on through, and almost immediately I spotted a large building about a block away from the studio apartments. I figured this was a school, but I wasn’t too sure, so I continued my walk to get a closer look, while also still paying attention to my phone so I wouldn’t get lost.

The air was crisp and refreshing to breathe in, especially on this summer night. It wasn’t too humid nor was it too dry, and it wasn’t that hot either. Compared to the town I lived in previously, this place was perfect.

I had this feeling that, maybe, I might belong here. I thought that I would live a pretty normal life in what I thought was a pretty normal town.

But everything changed when I was found mangled and bloodied in the alleyway I walked through that very night.

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The distant, muffled sound of a TV broadcast of the town’s news channel hummed in my ears, almost like I was dreaming. I was starting to think I was at one point when Travis Hall, a 17 year-old resident of the apartments I found, had discovered what they reported as a “mutilated white boy in his early teens” with my name. And to no surprise, this white boy was actually me.

“I found him laying there after I heard struggling and screaming outside,” I managed to make out the TV play back the call that Travis had with the police the moment my body was discovered. “It sounded like there was one other person with him, though, but… there was no one else there by the time I came out. My roommate went out to find anyone who had possibly witnessed the incident or noticed someone leaving the scene. I went out to the alley, and when I saw him, I just… and I thought… how could an actual human being do something so… inhuman?”

I had no idea what “inhuman” thing was done to me, and I almost didn’t listen to the rest of the broadcast. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.

But then an unfamiliar voice began talking about an autopsy, so I focused my hearing once more to the muffled nonsense. The person speaking was a pathologist who allegedly performed my autopsy being interviewed by the police and news cast. It really got me questioning whether this was actually a dream. And here’s why:

The pathologist began to break down what he had “discovered”, starting with some bruises and visibly broken bones. He claimed that I was attacked by a large “animal” and struggled to free myself.

Okay, that seems pretty normal in animal attacks.

Then the “animal” broke my collarbones after pinning me onto a nearby wall and took quite the chomp out of my neck.

This got me questioning what kind of an animal I was attacked by.

But then I managed to free myself for only a moment, just before it “tossed” me onto the ground and started clawing at me as I tried to defend myself.

From the way this sounded, I was probably attacked by a bear.

But, THEN it “pounced” on my chest, breaking several bones like my ribs or whatever, until I had let my guard down right before taking yet another big bite out of my neck—in the same exact spot – before running off into an unknown direction.

I began to question whether bears would really go out of their way to do something like that.

And according to the pathologist, the puncture marks from the “animal” bites were so deep that some major artery in my neck was cut wide open and my blood had not only spilled out and pooled around my corpse, but also ended up inside my lungs.

And that—along with the broken bones and trauma—was supposedly the actual cause of my death. Not from the bites themselves or the blood loss that followed right after, but from some external and internal damage that I possibly would have survived from if this “animal” wasn’t aiming for my neck.

If you ask me, that whole description was just complete bullshit. I dunno about you, but doesn’t it just seem too “perfect” of a story to be true? That an “animal” went out of its way to attack me and break my bones, only to just kill me off with throat chomps and run away?

Yeah, didn’t think so. What a way to cover up a fucked up murder case, in my opinion.