We found something that should have never been found.
The crash site saw the victims of the plane crash all killed. The plane had been split up into three main parts, one at the top of a mountain (the middle), one at the bottom of it (the back) and one next to a nearby village of people whom had exiled themselves from society (the front). However, whenever we headed to contain the font of the plane, we noticed something strange. The following was the last five entries on the journal of one of the men who investigated the place, and be warned, it does contain very graphic descriptions.
December 16, 4:20 PM
I’m not sure if the time at the top of this entry is even accurate. We have been investigating this place for almost a day now and we can’t leave. Allow me to explain. We walked in here due to the recent plane crash so that we could check out the plane parts, but something about this village seemed, off. There was nobody there and the air surrounding it felt cold. We looked around until one of our men started screaming. He told us to get in the building he was in, and I was confused, thinking as to why he wanted us in there. When we arrived, we understood. There was a man in a chair next to a round, wooden table. He had lied down on the table, with (now dry and sticky) blood seeping out his throat. He had a dagger in his right hand, with blood on the flat edges of the blade. It was very clearly a suicide, and a gory one too. I noticed a note on the floor, so I picked it up, it read this (as I have it in my hand now):
I’m so sorry, but I cannot live here anymore. The Thing has been killing us, and I’d rather die to myself and a slit throat then however it kills. It is so violent and brutal, it would have killed me slowly, simply let me bleed over the ground as it slowly came back to me to take a piece of my flesh and eat it. I hope you understand. Please, I’m so sorry.
As our investigation continued, we discovered more corpses, these were not suicides though, these were brutal murders. The most gruesome being a woman, hung from the ceiling and her chest was torn open. The least we could do was pay respects to them. We gathered up the corpses and begun digging holes. Now I sit here by a fire made from wood we discovered, writing this. I swear as I write this more, I see something in the distance, watching us like a hawk. It might have been my eyes playing tricks on me, or my paranoia. The most I could see of this thing was a tall silhouette in the distance. It looked unnaturally tall, like at least 30 feet. I don’t know if we are going to become victims of what was described in the note, or if we’ll somehow survive this. I highly doubt it though..
December 17, 8:17 PM
I almost forgot to leave an entry today, you shouldn’t blame me honestly. You don’t want to know what happened. I woke up this morning to have my eardrums almost entirely blown out due to the screaming and the horrendous non-human screeches. I looked up to see a giant 30-foot-tall figure, still hidden in shadow even in the light of the morning. It had tentacles instead of arms and legs, and one of its arm tentacles had been thrust through a man’s chest, with blood spraying everywhere. The blood spray only got worse when it tossed the corpse to its side, and he became a blood fountain. It screeched, something so loud I could not hear anything at all for about 10 seconds. I jumped up and ran away from the creature. While I was running, I saw one of its tentacles slap one of my friends, his name was Douglas. We all hid in a cave where we knew it could not fit inside. Our breaths echoed across the cave walls. Douglas sat down and said that his stomach was aching, and that he would take a nap.
I don’t even want to know the mental state of my fellow teammates at this point. One of them pulled out a gun, counted us, and then said he had enough bullets to end our misery right now. That was when I truly realized how horrified I was. I had seen so many dead people at this point it was pretty much normal. I simply sat down and held my hands at the campfire we built as snow began raining down outside. As the day continued, it got colder, and we could hear demonic screeching outside, most likely the creature searching for us.
December 18, unknown time
I think what we saw yesterday is not what killed those people in the town. I’m beginning to have suspicions that it’s a wendigo. I keep encountering a deer skull, it has 2 antlers but it appears to be attached to something. It looks like a skinned human wearing the skull as a mask of sorts. We are trapped in here now. Apparently known of us that when we got here, a blizzard was imminent. Douglas is still asleep, but has a nosebleed. We’ve been doing our best to clean up the blood, as it seems to come in waves.
The true horror didn’t kick in until we took off his blanket to realize he was not sleeping, he was dead. His chest had been opened up and most of his organs were gone. We noticed a small blood trail going from the opened chest to deeper in the cave. That meant that something hadn’t snuck in and torn his chest open, but something ate his organs and burst out from the inside. We decided to follow the blood trail deeper in the cave, I volunteered as well. We walked deeper and nobody noticed anything. Then we came across a dead end. We had walked the entire way and not seen anything. Then one of us turned around to see a long, slimy, black worm peering at him. Rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth coated the innards of its mouth. It leapt forwards at him and set its jaw around his face, then bit down. I had never heard such a horrifying scream as it continued to dig its teeth through the flesh on his face, so I ran.
I think that worm was the thing that burst from Douglas’s chest, but it would never fit in there, so it must have grown. But it was huge when I saw it. It must have grown severely from the time it burst out. I don’t know how much longer we’ll be able to survive in these conditions. Soon, we’ll be entirely frozen in this cave.
December 19
I’m not even bothering to put “unknown time” at this point. It just eats more time to write it. I’ve been having dreams of being stuck here, and the only person alive, forced to survive in these brutal times. I guess I’ll inform you on how many more people have died, because I might be alone pretty soon. Richardson lost his tongue; it just fell out. We ran out of water yesterday, so we’ve been forced to drink his blood. He is dead, so it’s not as bad. It actually tastes better than you would think. The thick, warm blood not only provides liquid to drink, but also warmth due to the ever-growing coldness outside. I think the worm is dead, or it shredded its skin, I can’t tell. My friend has a dagger that he always packs with him on missions like these, and we’re afraid if we ever run out of food, we’ll have to resort to cannibalism. We also found that Richardson’s death was not a mystery, but a suicide. He bit down on his tongue, hard.
Eating a human is disgusting, but tasty and necessary for survival in our situation. I swear I had never seen so much blood in all my life. The disgusting part is the organs, they’re just slop. Wet and tasteless. The real good stuff is the flesh that surrounds the organs, it’s like budget steak. Just made raw.
I have successfully found a way to make human flesh taste even better! You rip it out in strips and then dry it, it’s like beef jerky. I forgot to mention that the only other guy there put a bullet in his brain. Good. Just means more food for me, so I live longer.
December 20
The thing is inside. It is a wendigo, and it’s simply staring at me. Not even killing me. I felt a pain on the back of my head, when I touched it my hand came away red and bloody. A few hours later, I touched it again and it felt like two knobs of bone. My entire body feels like it is out-growing itself. I feel no need for clothes anymore. Or skin. I can feel my skull growing through my face, so this may be my last entry. I guess I have a price to pay for eating human flesh.
- GamerBrineOfficial