New Jersey, August 14, 1997

My name is Frank Wilson. I'm farmer from New Jersey. If your reading this, then it means I'm either no longer in the area or no longer among the living. Something is off about this county and it is important you know what lurks here.

It was a Thursday morning. Everything was fine for a Thursday. I got up, tend to the livestock, and make my way towards my favorite diner. I walked in and ordered a sandwich with a cup of coffee. It was pretty normal until I looked at the news on the TV. I asked the waitress to turn up the volume and I got a good listen on what the journalist was saying. Apparently, there was a string of animal attacks going on in the county. Cattle, pigs, and sheep were found dead with large wounds on the bodies. I found it odd. What kind of animal could have done that? After that, I paid for the meal and left for my truck.

On my way back to the farm, I turned on the radio and it too was talking about the recent attacks. Apparently, there has been some speculation in regards to the cause of wounds. Some said it was bears. Others said it was coyotes. Even El Chupacabra was suggested, though I have my doubts on that one. Bears usually avoid people even though they have the size to hunt livestock. To me, coyotes seemed a bit more likely but their too small to take down cattle. I put it aside as I got home. If it was coyotes, I have just the thing to deal with them.

I got home and did the usual tasks you'd expect. Cleaning the stables, feeding the animals, watering the crops, the usual stuff that comes with farm life. By the time I was done, the sun had begun to set. So I entered the house, fed my dog Betty, and sat down to read a simple novel. It was eight at night when I heard Betty barking. I had no clue what she was barking at, but I told her to stay in the house as I grabbed my shotgun and stepped out to confront this pest. That was when I heard rustling in the barn where the cattle where. I made my way to the barn, gun in hand to deal with whatever was attacking my cows. Little did I know, this creature was no bear nor coyote.

As I approached the barn, I made sure I was ready to pull the trigger. I quietly looked into a barn and was horrified by what I saw. I couldn't make out the finer details but the moonlight showed a silhouette. It had the body and legs of a bird but its tail and head was more like a lizard. It had arms as opposed to wings and its body seemed to be covered in what looked like feathers. The creature was feeding on one of the cows(having already slashed its throat by the time I got there). I tried to sneak away as it was eating a cow but a snapping twig ruined that plan. Without thinking, I made a run for it back into the house. As soon as I got in I barricaded the door and kept Betty close to me. I wasn't going to let that thing get any where near her or this house.

I waited as I heard the creature get closer and closer to the door. I took a quick peek and under the outdoor lights, I got a better look at its lizard-like face. I could feel its eagle-like eyes stare into my soul even though it likely didn't know I was there. Its mouth was drenched in the blood from the cow it was eating. Without thinking. I took this opportunity to point and hold my gun towards this things face. Before it could do anything, I pulled the trigger and fired a shot at its face. I heard it let out the most disturbing scream I've ever heard. I couldn't tell if it went down or ran off but I wasn't going to take any chances and stayed in the house. I stayed awake for most of that night in case it ever returned.

By morning, I woke up and removed the barricade keeping those things out. When I got out the door, I saw blood from where I shot the creature but not the creature itself. Aside from the blood, all that was left was bird-like footprints but the foot ended in two toes instead of three. I made sure Betty didn't step on the glass before calling the authorities. An hour later, they arrived and I showed them the tracks and the blood. I gave them as best of a description as I could but I could tell they were having a hard time believing what I'm describing. I'm certain they've had calls like this one before. I'm not sure how many of those calls actually described the culprit but I know it's not zero.

After the police left, I call my Niece and told her to pick up Betty. I didn't when or if those things would return, but I didn't anything to happen to my dog. Once she got here, I told her what happened last night and also told her to take Betty. I could tell she thought I was crazy at first. For a second, I thought she was going tell me that I was losing my mind at my age. She eventually understood that I wasn't joking and took Betty with her up state. So here I am. The police had no clue what they were dealing with and it would seem that I'm on my own to deal with these bird-lizard creatures. What I do know is that when these creature show up to my ranch, I'll be ready for them. Like hell I was going to let some freaky looking bird destroy my farm and home.