Growing up in Arizona, myths and legends are a part of life.
Native Traditions Mystic places vortexes UFO abductions and
dozens of other stories of the unknown that I always found
fascinating. I grew up spending a lot of
time, wandering around the desert in the mountains, hunting
camping Etc. So I felt very at home in the
wilderness. One late spring day on one of my
many hiking Adventures. I wandered off the trail and
after several hours Came Upon a small Group of old mud, adobe
houses. A few people heard me coming and
came out of the houses to investigate.
And after, apparently, making the collective decision that I
was not a threat, one of the elders dressed in old style,
traditional Native clothing, in a headdress came over to greet
me, the man spoke slowly and told me that I had wandered onto
a Navajo reservation and asked me if I was lost or if I needed
help when I told him, no, I was lost.
But intentionally, he chuckled and invited me in to eat with
his family. The Several hours, were one of
the great experiences of my life.
The whole thing was like being thrown back in time while we ate
and talked others from the surrounding houses, began coming
over to join us and I got the feeling they didn't get many
outside visitors. We shared stories for hours
about life family, their history in the area and time spent in
the wild and the longer we talked, the more they opened up
and the more interesting the elders stories got Throughout
the time, there was one man who never spoke he just sat out of
the circle listening and watching me at one point.
I told them I did what I called my walkabouts every year around
September where I would go out by myself into the Wilderness
for two to four weeks at a time and this got the attention of
the one silent old man. When I finished, he came over to
the circle around the fire, sat directly on the ground in front
of me and asked me to join him on the ground.
He told me that years ago, he used to do the same thing and
went on to tell me about the canyon he went to, he described
it as a dangerous, but magical place and that I would see the
world differently. If I came back, if must be for
dramatic effect, when he finished, he invited me over to
his home. The house was small and through
an open door in the back room. I could see.
It was filled with various animal, pelts coyotes and
wolves. Mostly.
He walked over and Was that door?
Then picked up and handed me an old map and some written
directions that seemed like he had been holding on to them for
a long time and just walked away into that back room and closed
the door behind him. It was late and one of the
families had invited me to stay the night which I gladly did the
next morning as I prepared to leave one of the old, women came
over, to me with something in her hands.
Handed me a Talisman and simply said, dip your bullets in the
white ash at the hottest part of the fire.
Then just walked away September came.
And as I packed for my Walkabout, I saw the Talisman in
a drawer and something felt right about taking it with me.
After a beautiful drive, I was very happy to find the forest
service road marked on the old map, the entrance to the area
was remote and overgrown and tough to get to even in my Jeep
and took me much longer to get to than expected.
So I decided to make camp and start the hike in the morning
after a few hours on a trail that looked like it had been
forgotten. Otten I came to a stream and the
entrance to the secret Valley. It was a narrow crack in the
tall Cliffs with about four feet of water, running gently
through, but too narrow for a kayak or canoe.
I hosted my gear over my head and began the Wade sideways
through the chest, deep water, the crack in the cliff seem to
go on forever. But after almost two hours, I
came to the place where it opened up into a small Lake in
an incredible Valley, surrounded by tall Rock faces.
This may have been the most remote place I have ever been in
the sense that there was no sign that people had ever been there.
No trash, no bullet casings. Not even the evidence of
campfires, my first night, there was the quietest night I've ever
spent in the wild. No birds, no frogs, not even
crickets, but I didn't feel like I was alone there in the morning
after breakfast. I headed out on my first
exploratory hike, to explore my new home for the next couple of
weeks. After being stalked by a
mountain lion on a hike about 10 years ago, I make a point of now
bringing a pistol with me when I'm out Wilderness hiking.
After some looking around, I found a narrow path that
appeared to be a game trail. That led up the side of one of
the cliffs and towards what looked like caves From the
Canyon floor. I made my way up to them and
Came Upon an entrance that was much larger than it appeared
from below. I made some noise to alert any
possible animals. I was there and made my way
inside the cave was an expansive Angle chamber, that went back.
A couple of hundred feet as I walked.
I inspected as much as I could see with my light, but there
were no tracks of any kind in the dirt besides mine.
So I decided I was alone in there and pushed on toward the
rear of the cave. As I came around the last Bend,
in the cave and approached, the end, my headlamp and across a
large pile of bones. Some animal, some human and a
very old-looking, small candle sitting on a natural stone
shelf. This is the first thing that is
scared, me. And as long as, I can remember
but focusing my wits. I remembered that.
There were no other tracks in the cave and figured it was all
from a long time ago. I was still a little uneasy as I
exited the cave and was ready to get back to Camp.
As I came out into the light about 75 feet away, there was
the largest wolf I have ever seen.
That looked like it was coming down from standing on its hind
legs. It dropped down to all fours on
a rock and just began staring at me.
Not growling, or bearing its teeth.
Just staring I pulled 45 and fired, two shots to the side of
it, to scare it away, but it didn't even Flinch.
Not only have I never seen a wolf in this part of Northern
Arizona, but I have never seen a wild animal.
That did not at least Flinch at the sound of a gunshot.
We both stood there, staring at each other for a moment.
I turned and set my backpack down to grab my binoculars and
get a little closer look, but when I turned back, the wolf was
gone. I made my way cautiously down
the path back toward Camp. I have encountered wolves.
For and usually it's not the one wolf.
You can see that should worry you.
It's the ones you can't see. So I was extra cautious for the
return trip. Back at Camp, I made.
Sure my gun was fully loaded and got my recurve bow strong, just
in case the Wolves came back. I have seen plenty of predatory
animals on my Adventures. It's a part of being in the
wilderness. So I wasn't too worried, just
prepared myself the best I could and went over to the lake to go
fishing. Within about 20 minutes, I
caught two of the biggest brown trout I've ever caught.
So I decided to stop fishing for the day and take a swim back at
Camp. I made a fire clean my trout and
made dinner. While the sun went down, as soon
as the sun went down, all of the life, in the canyon seemed to go
silent again. As I put out, my fire and
prepared for bed, I noticed there was a small flicker of
light coming from the area where the cave I had explored earlier
up the cliffs. Which didn't make sense.
It was a moonless night and stars, don't reflect that way.
It couldn't have been the candle.
I had seen it was too old and would not have burned, so
bright. I decided to keep my gun close
and try to get some sleep. I would investigate the cave
again, the next day, when I woke at Sunrise, there was a haze
along the ground throughout the whole Canyon floor, but as the
sun rose, it disappeared quickly, and the area came back
to life. I made my breakfast gathered, my
gun. And Bo and headed back up toward
the cave. When I reached the entrance.
I saw there were still no tracks besides mine around the entrance
and decided to push up the hill. Further, just a little further
up. I Came Upon the entrance to
another cave, much smaller than the first one.
There was a small flat Landing with a large heavily twisted.
Juniper tree that to my absolute surprise.
Had many small objects hanging from thin old looking ropes.
Tied to the branches. There were Owns.
But there were also old things definitely made by humans and
looked like, they were old Native, American artifacts
thinking, I might have found the spot.
Where the old man? I met on the reservation had
stayed when he was there decades ago.
I went into the cave, this cave was much different from the
first one, just a few feet in. I noticed the walls were covered
in what looked like ceremonial cave paintings.
As I pushed further back the cave, got dramatically colder,
much colder than it should have been.
Ben and the walls were completely covered with
paintings the entire way. When I reached the back of the
cave, I was not prepared for what I saw.
There was what looked like an old altar made of wood and
Bones. As I looked around, I saw that a
little before the back of the cave, there was another shaft in
the ceiling that went up and on a Ledge about 25 feet up.
Sat the small figure of what appeared to be a woman.
She was small and pale with her face painted, white, and wearing
something like a crown made of woven branches with two.
Antlers at the front. I stopped and stared for a few
minutes and the figure did not move.
So I assumed that it was mummified remains from a long
time ago, not wanting to disturb a burial site.
I turn to walk back out of the cave but I began to walk.
I heard what sounded like a faint voice in an unknown
ancient language. I instinctively looked back up
towards the figure, but it was gone.
I was immediately terrified and ran from the cave as fast as I
could get out. But my headlamp flickered and
died. I made my way out, feeling along
the wall to find my way and the whole way I felt like there was
something right behind me. When I saw the first light from
the cave entrance, I began to Sprint towards it, just before I
made it out. I looked back and there was
nothing. So I slowed down but I could
still hear the faint voice and the volume never changed.
When I got outside all the bones and artifacts hanging from the
tree were gone, I ran down the path as fast as I could headed
back to my Site by the lake. Just as I reached the floor of
the canyon, I noticed the large wolf at the tree line to my
left, but this time it stayed standing upright on its hind
legs. I stopped running hoping to not
initiate. Its predatory response to chase
me and again it just stood there, staring at me.
I reached my campsite safely and immediately began packing up.
It was too late in the day to make it out before dark.
And I did not want to make the hike out at night, with all that
was going on. I moved my tent so it would back
up to the canyon wall by the crack in the cliff side so I
didn't have to worry about anything sneaking up behind me.
I built my fire much larger and knew I wasn't going to get any
sleep that night just as the sun was going down.
I began to hear noises coming from the trees and I felt like I
was being hunted. Finally, in the last light of
day, I saw the wolf slowly walking around by where the path
LED out of the trees and it began to slowly walk towards me.
This time I drew my gun and fired toward the creature
intending to hit it and while I saw a couple hit the dirt around
it, several bullets hit it several rounds from a 45 will at
least slow down anything I've ever encountered but this giant
wolf kept walking towards me like nothing had happened.
I continued to fire at it until the inevitable click of an empty
magazine. I reached down and fumbled
around in my backpack, looking for my other magazines to reload
and as I lifted it the Talisman the old.
Man gave me fell out onto the ground.
I picked it up and put it around my neck and immediately
remembered what she had told me. Dip, your bullets in the white.
Ash, I looked around, but didn't see my backup magazines.
So I grabbed my bow, pulled an arrow.
That was tipped with a hunting Broadhead and dipped it into the
white ashes Drew and fired. I hit the creature just in front
of its right hip and it let out a noise somewhere between a
growl and a person screaming that made my blood curdle.
I can hear that noise in my head to this day, it immediately
turned, and ran back to the trees.
And in the flicker of the firelight, I saw the small woman
with the antler Crown standing there waiting for it, they both
retreated into the trees and for the rest of the night, I could
hear the same faint voice. I had heard in the cave.
I spent the night outside of my tent as a wake as I have ever
been but no longer afraid and at dawn finished packing up so I
could get out of that Canyon. The next spring When I went back
to the small group of houses on the Navajo reservation, I had
found the year before I was wearing the Talisman as a
necklace. And the first person to greet me
was the woman who had given it to me, and she ran up to give me
a big hug. You heard me was all she said, I
asked the group about the man who had given me the map.
As I was almost desperate to talk to him about the experience
I had. So I could compare it to his
own. They told me that he had
disappeared shortly after I had visited them the first time and
had not been back. Strangely, when I tried to tell
them what had happened to me, no one would let me tell the story
and the oldest man there, who sat in the corner?
Kept mumbling Skinwalker. We all once again sat and shared
other stories of life in a meal before I left the next morning,
I found the old woman who had given me the Talisman and
offered it back to her, she smiled and told me I had a good
heart then just close my hands around.
It telling me to keep it to watch over my next Walkabout.
I went back to that small village on the reservation
several times over the next ten years or so till I move to
Oregon but they never let me tell them what happened.
I never went back to the canyon and while curiosity sometimes
gets the best of me. I don't think I ever will.
Back in my 20s. I was what you might call an
adventurer about 10 years ago, give or take something happened.
That changed that I moved to the city.
Got a boring job in a boring apartment and became decidedly
averse to the outdoors. I haven't really told anyone
about it in all that time. Save my now wife because well,
for one, they think I'm crazy and for to, I don't want to
think about it. I'm finally putting it here,
though because you all deserve to hear it.
After all, you Probably saved my life at the time.
I had just graduated college and moved from Texas to Alaska out
of a desire for you guessed it Adventure, I had a job doing
stuff. I liked it paid well and gave me
enough vacation days to get out and do something really
adventurous every once in a. While one thing I'd had on my
bucket list since moving North was driving the Dalton Highway
for the unfamiliar. That's a highway that goes from
Fairbanks to Prudhoe Bay on the Arctic Ocean.
It's a 500-mile 11-hour, drive in the summer, but thanks to
work realities. I wasn't able to get out there
until early, Autumn, by Early Autumn.
The snow had started but the plows were still able to keep
the highway pretty clear. And I was driving a 95 Toyota
Land Cruiser, kitted out for expeditions, I love that thing.
Besides that I was an adventurer, I was prepared, I
had camping gear, emergency gear, a satellite phone, plenty
of food and water enough Jerry cans for Trip there and back and
Sam Colts greatest invention in the center console, just in case
for the unfamiliar, that's the 1911.
I was planning to make the trip in two days sleeping in the back
of the Land, Cruiser halfway, I had enough blankets to keep warm
and I had a nice comfy space back there that I could fit in.
I'd have to drive slower because of the snow.
I wanted to enjoy the scenery and the sun was setting pretty
early by that time of year. I had a good start that day and
the NG was fine by the time crap went down.
It had been dark for about an hour and I was getting into the
foothills of the Brooks range. That's good scenery and also
terrain, I didn't want to be going through in the dark.
So I was just about ready to pull over for the night.
When I saw caution flashers up ahead for the unfamiliar a hard
rule for any Alaskan, is that you always always pull over when
you see someone in distress on the side of a remote Road like
that, especially after the snow starts if they aren't prepared
for an emergency. See there's a very good chance
that you could save their life. So that's exactly what I did.
I pulled over next to a Nissan SUV not as nicely kitted out his
mind but not bad either. I figured they were doing the
same thing. I was small world by the Jack
under one axle and the wheel sitting next to the car.
They'd blown a tire. What I didn't see though, were
the people I got out of my Land Cruiser crunching down into the
snow and looked around. There aren't a ton of trees that
far north, but there are quite a few patches of Evergreens that
while not. Quite forests, can be pretty
dark and thick on a snowy night. Hey, I called my voice going
silent. A few yards away as sound does
and snowy Woods. Y'all need help.
No, answer, complete silence, Save The Faint.
Clicking over the Flasher from inside their Nissan.
I shouted again. See there, I've got tools.
No answer silence. I considered myself a pretty
brave person back then, but I'll admit that.
I was creeped out at this point. This vehicle, definitely hadn't
been here for all that long, but there was no one to be seen
besides that. The total quiet in the darkness
of the night were unnerving. It wasn't that weird for it to
be silent on a snowy night like this, that far north but still
creepy. Creepy enough that I hopped back
in the car and grab my Weapon storing it in one of the big
pockets in the front of my jacket.
Just in case. There were Bears up there.
I approached the Nissan and saw footprints in the snow.
Okay? Not a ghost car.
One pair had been crouched down at the remove tire and the other
had been standing a couple of feet away by the rear of the
SUV. The latter pair had then at some
point headed off toward the tree line.
It stopped a few yards down paced around a bit, then
continued Into the Woods. The pair near the tire had then
presumably later gotten up and ran after the first.
I was no tracker but it's not hard to tell.
When someone was running in the snow, now I was really creeped
out. I was tempted to hop back in the
car and keep driving for a good long while.
But like I said, this could easily have been life or death
up there. Besides I had my weapon, it
could handle a Grizzly, probably that was the worst I'd find up
here probably so off. I went following those two sets
of footprints in To the woods. It was really dark but don't
worry. I had a really nice flashlight
Surefire. The complete quiet seem to get
even quieter as soon as I passed the tree line as sound does in
snowy Woods. The only thing comforting me
that I hadn't gone. Deaf was the sound of my breath
and my boots crunching in the snow.
Hey I called again maybe 20 yards into the woods.
Is everyone? Okay, this time I got a
response, it was a woman's voice and it sounded afraid of.
Hear it called help. I got a spring in my step at
that jogging toward the sound of the voice.
Shining my light through the trees to try and catch a glimpse
over here. It called again much closer
help. Remember when I said y'all
probably saved my life, this is when that happened.
I stopped the hair on the back of my neck.
Had stood on end in a chill, had run down my spine.
Something was off about that voice.
I couldn't put my finger on it but it was just slightly wrong.
I pointed my light toward where I had heard it.
Are you hurt? I said voice raised, but not
quite shouting. Any more help?
The voice called again, only, it was even closer.
This time, I hadn't heard the crunch of any footsteps over
here. My grip on my flashlight
tightened and my heart started to hammer in my chest.
This was not right. I'd read a lot of No Sleep back
then, and had watched and listened to my fair share of
spooky stories at the time. I didn't think any of this stuff
was real but what was happening to me?
I felt way too familiar and it was setting off alarm Bells.
Something about this exact situation was tugging at the
back of my mind as something I should be terrified of.
I tried one more time. What's your name?
I asked cautiously help the voice called and it couldn't
have been more than a few yards off.
That was enough for me, to swap my light, to my left hand, and
bring out the cult with my right eye pointed both in the
direction of that voice. And finally, caught a glimpse of
something besides trees off in the distance, barely visible.
I could see a bundle of something laying in the snow.
It was human-sized and the snow all around, it was stained dark.
My head was in the middle of processing.
What it was seeing when I saw movement between me and the
body. Oh no, that was a body.
I pointed my flashlight and gun at the source of the movement.
It was humanoid with two arms and two legs.
But it was all wrong. The limbs were too long and it
was too tall. It's hair was thin and wiry.
It had antlers freaking antlers and its face which was also I
assure you really wrong with stained dark with what I can
only assume was blood. I fired two shots.
It's in hauled out. I don't know if the bullet
slowed it down, I don't even know if I hit it.
I ran faster than I'd ever run before and by the cracking
branches and crunching snow behind me, it was giving Chase
my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest and
my lungs burned from taking in the frosty air once or twice.
I saw death Flash before me as I nearly lost, my footing in the
snow, but I managed to stay up, right?
As I ran, I heard more snapping more crunching.
Not just behind me now, but all around.
There were more. I got really lucky that night.
I was lucky to have spotted the body.
Lucky to have run just fast enough and not falling on my
face. Lucky, none of the whatever they
were. I have a guess, but I'd rather
not Hazard it. We're just a bit closer or
faster. I was lucky that I had dabbled
in enough spooky stories that my alarm Bells had gone off.
And I was lucky that the poor couple, maybe in that Nissan had
gotten stranded there and suffered the greatest Leslie
fate, they suffered. After all I was planning to stop
just as I saw those caution flashers, I'd have been right
there in those same Woods asleep.
I don't want to think about what would have happened to me if
that had been the case. I made it to my car, which I was
again lucky to have left running thinking I wouldn't go far.
I leptin slammed and locked the door and threw it in reverse.
As I saw dark lanky shapes coming out of the trees, as I
got moving the headlights revealed.
What had been chasing me? I can't say exactly how many it
was at least half a dozen. All of them were similarly
stretched pale to the point of being almost white with various
forms of antlers and primitive-looking clothing.
I reversed down the road as fast as I dared without risking going
off and doing myself to certain death for a good half mile
before. I finally got the nerve to turn
around. Then I flew down the highway all
the way back to Fairbanks only stopping once.
I found a nice well-lit hotel in the middle of the city.
The next day I was back in Anchorage, I thought about
calling the state troopers. Someone was going to find the
Nissan. Probably find the bodies, they'd
find my casings, my tire tracks. I could end up a murder suspect.
Suspect. I decided against it though.
If I ratted myself out, I'd be a murder suspect.
Anyway and then they'd know it was me better to bet that no one
could time me to that scene especially being as far from
local as I was over the next week.
I packed my stuff bailed on my job and my lease and moved back
to Texas. I never ended up with police
banging on my door so I guess I made the right choice.
I still have nightmares about those wrong elongated things.
Chasing me I probably have ESD, but it's not like I can talk to
a therapist about it without ending up in a loony bin.
I'm not an adventurer anymore. I never go anywhere at night and
I stay in the city as much as possible.
I didn't get out of there, unscathed, but I got out of
there alive, which is better than can.
Be said for the folks in the Nissan I was lucky Vacant
voiceless, their eyes will forever, be changed, and
stripped of the life. They once deserved they are
walking lies. Being inhabited by a deceiver of
life itself. I'm overwhelmed and trapped by
the countless thoughts that pass through my conscience on a
day-to-day basis. Where have you gone, Mike?
And John, where will we meet again?
Cabins, the very word evokes, a sense of peaceful Retreat sin
nature away from the chaos of everyday life for many.
It's a place where they have created for Fond memories such
as family vacations, or simply enjoying time in The Great
Outdoors, the crisp fresh air the Tranquil sound of rivers
flowing, the stunning beauty of nature.
All contributes to a sense of euphoria and contentment.
Despite the idealistic setting, there can be an underlying sense
of eeriness that can cast a shadow over the experience.
Perhaps it is a feeling of isolation that Creeps in when
the Sun goes down coming to the realization, that one is never
truly alone. It is in these moments, that one
may lose their purity in mindfulness that sense of being
fully present. And in the moment, the mind can
wander and conjure up all sorts of unsettling, thoughts and
emotions, the memory of that cabin still lingers in my mind,
every time I close my eyes, I can see the darkness an
emptiness that filled that place the air was heavy and the
atmosphere was thick with unease, the creaking floorboards
in the howling wind outside sounded like screams as if the
cabin Itself was alive and trying to warn me to leave.
Sometimes I wonder if I've left a part of myself behind in that
rundown Shack of hell, it's as if a piece of my soul was
stripped away and left to rot there, unable to escape the
thought, sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help.
But feel a sense of foreboding. Whenever I think about that
cabin, despite my ongoing unease, my purpose today is not
to dwell on the past. Instead, I am here to warn you
of something that inhabits our world.
Something that we must be aware of and prepared for I am
warning, you of the masked, the hidden and the mimic, it all
began when my close friend, Mike called me up and pitched.
The idea of an exploration camp out at some abandoned trails
with our entire friend group. The place he described was
supposedly located on the outskirts of town far away from
the city, despite my reservations and lingering
superstitions. I agreed to go The idea of
spending time out in nature with my boys, surrounded by nothing,
but the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves was too
enticing to resist, not to also mention the opportunity for
exploration and Adventure the next day.
Mike and I loaded up my truck with supplies for our hike.
We were also joined by two other friends, Brandon, and John, as
we made our way toward the outskirts of town, Brandon
shared his Insight on what he came across while researching
the trail Al's. Apparently, there were several
hiking trails in the area that had been abandoned and shut down
due to funding issues. This didn't make much sense to
us considering the popularity of hiking in the area but we were
eager to explore. Nonetheless, we arrived at the
trailhead and started gearing up for our hike.
The trail head had a rundown look to it with overgrown, weeds
and broken signs. As we started walking down, the
trail, we couldn't help, but notice the Eerie silence that
surrounded us The trees were dense and the only sounds we
could hear where the crunching of leaves beneath our feet and
the occasional bird call as we continued on the trail.
We started to come across strange objects.
They were Rusty cans, broken glass, and old camping gear
scattered around the trail. We also noticed that some
sections of the trail had been washed out by rain, making it
harder to navigate, as we hiked deeper into the woods.
We started to notice that the trees were becoming twisted And
deformed the trail seem to be leading us toward a section of
the woods. That was darker and more
foreboding than the rest. Despite our growing unease, we
pressed on. We were determined to solve the
mystery of the abandoned trails are theories.
Ranged from budget, cuts to Supernatural forces, but we
couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching us.
I heard that within two years of its opening, 15 people went
missing. Mike said, as we hiked deeper
into the woods, Maybe there were a lot of black bears around.
He continued trying to rationalize the disappearances.
Come on man. Why do you have to have such a
bland answer I mean think about it.
There were no remains left of all 15 people who went missing
no remains so tell me Mike who got them, John replied, his
voice Rising with frustration. John was always the one to
entertain the idea of something more Sinister lurking in the
shadows, his fascination with the supernatural, clearly
frustrated. One-dimensional intellect in
Mike although I couldn't deny the logic in his argument.
Well what else could have done this?
If you're going to go on a tangent about some Supernatural
bullcrap don't even talk seriously you know I'm not the
type to sit around and listen to bogus theories Mike added
clearly annoyed, but John wasn't deterred.
Hey man, it's not personal. Maybe start to allow yourself to
think outside the box. Not everything.
Can be explained through logic, he said trying to reason with
Mike, we continue Hiking, our conversation shifting to the
various theories. We had about the abandoned
Trails, the deeper, we went the more the would seem to close in
around us, suffocating us with a sense of entrapment, despite our
apprehension. We were all determined to
uncover. The truth that was buried in the
past with a sense of relief. We finally arrived at our
destination and found the perfect campsite by the river.
The sun was setting and the golden Rays.
Painted the sky in a warm glow. The sound of the river flowing
gently by was soothing, and we all stood there in awe admiring,
the beauty of nature are apprehension and fear seemed to
dissipate as we took in the peaceful surroundings, we set up
our tents started a fire and shared stories and jokes that
made us laugh till our faces hurt.
As we sat around the camp fire roasting marshmallows and
telling ghost stories. It felt like we had been
transported to a simpler time away from the pressures and
stress of our normal lives. We were in our element
surrounded by the raw beauty of Nature, and nothing else seemed
to matter. For a moment, we forgot about
the abandoned trails and the unsettling feeling that had
accompanied us on our hike. We were free and that feeling of
euphoria Return To Us, filling us with a sense of joy and
wonder. This campfire is coming out.
Nice, ain't it guys? John said with a grin on his
face we all nodded in agreement savoring the presence of each
other's company Brandon chimed in expressing his longing for
more moments like this, where he could be in nature and escape
the boredom of daily life. I agree.
I added, I feel alive when I'm out.
Exploring new things. I mean, think about it, guys.
We slave our lives away working and paying taxes.
Don't you think were meant for something?
More than that? Mike, who had been quietly?
Observing the conversation, spoke up Evolutionarily
speaking, we used to travel all across the world in small
tribes. It's in our nature to want to
explore new lands and experience, something new every
day. Most of us don't have anything
remotely similar to that. That's probably why there's Mass
depression across the world, as Mike's, words, lingered in the
air. We fell into a thoughtful
silence, contemplating our own existence in the choices we had
made, but in that moment with the fire crackling in the Stars,
twinkling above us. We were content with Being in
each other's company and enjoying the beauty of the
natural world around us. I think we should go on more
camping. Trips like this, John said,
breaking the silence. What do you guys think?
We all nodded in agreement, our spirits lifted by the promise of
more Adventures to come for the time being.
We were happy to be exactly where we were surrounded by
friends and the wonders of the Great Outdoors as night began to
fall. We all gathered around the
campfire and got are sleeping blankets.
Doubt, we spent our last few moments awake goofing around,
telling stories, and jokes, and continuing to maintain our High
Spirits, the crackle of the fire, and the sound of the
nearby River created, a soothing Ambience lulling us into a state
of relaxation. However, that peacefulness was
suddenly Shattered, by John's blood-curdling scream, we all
jolted upright, our hearts pounding with fear and
confusion. It took us a moment to realize
what was happening, but when we Did we rushed over to John's
tent to see what was going on? John was huddled in a corner.
His face contorted in Terror sweat.
Pouring down his forehead, he kept muttering something about
it being outside and watching us.
We tried to calm him down and ask him what he meant but he was
inconsolable, whoa! Whoa!
Calm down man, explain to us what happened?
I replied someone caressed my face, not gently, not
aggressively but firmly. I woke up and no one was there.
I thought for As you guys were messing with me, but it
continued randomly throughout the night.
I woke up just now because I had a nightmare, a vivid nightmare
of a strange creature hovering over us.
All its eyes were filled with malice.
Like I've never seen before although it had a touch of
admiration and curiosity and its gaze John added.
Okay, John, I know you're freaked out any of us here would
be to but Brandon has always been known for sleepwalking.
It could have just been him. Mike said, Mike seriously, I was
sleeping on the other side of John also.
I have sleep walked in the past but I've never done it more than
once a night. John, don't tell me.
You've been messing around with psychedelics lately, maybe it's
finally starting to catch up to you.
I mean, all that tripping has got to cause damage, Brandon
replied. You know what?
Forget it. John said with a sigh.
I don't want to overthink it. Maybe, I'm just still mentally
drained from my past psychedelic trips.
I mean, I've Fermented with all sorts of them in the past.
Maybe it's finally catching up to me.
Brandon nodded in agreement, looking concerned.
Yeah, man. That stuff can really mess with
your head. I've seen it happen firsthand
with some other friends. Maybe it's time to take a break
from all that tripping for a while.
We can't have you running into the woods naked because you
heard a bird chirp Brandon sarcastically remarked, we all
laughed feeling relieved that the tension had dissipated and
went back to bed. The next morning Morning, we
woke up feeling refreshed and ready to continue our hike.
As we walk down the trail, we started goofing around and
laughing again. Feeling a sense of Brotherhood,
I couldn't believe that exploring an abandoned trail
with a group of friends. Could relieve me of the Stress
and Anxiety that had been weighing me down in my normal
life? In spite of the fact that our
initial plan was to sleep over one night in hike until noon we
ended up extending our stay for one more night due to our
constant stops and goofing around.
It was a perfect day until John spotted something unusual.
Hey guys I see something over there.
John said please hand me the binoculars in your bag.
Mike Brandon asked finally something creepy I think all of
us could have a good scare today.
Things have been a bit too mellow.
I added guys. There's a cabin here.
John exclaimed, hell yeah. Finally some action, let's go
check it out. John suggested.
Okay, guys. It seems like it's on the other
side of the River by the bank. From what I could tell it's got
to be at least two miles out, Brandon and formed the group, we
made our way down to the river, but we were unlucky.
As we didn't have a boat to get across to the other side.
However, we quickly devised a plan to create a makeshift
walkway by grabbing a large tree trunk and throwing it down to
bridge the gap. Fortunately, our physical
strength from lifting weights, made it easier for us to be
successful. We continued hiking for another
300 meters or so, until we caught sight of the cabin, the
cabin was neither, large nor small and it didn't look old.
It was a two-story, all wooden structure with dark and moldy
would strangely enough. It had no windows.
We stared at the cabin in awe, taking in the cold, decrepit
view, what left us speechless was, how the cabin even got
there. The trails had been abandoned
since the 70s and it was puzzling to think how someone
could have brought all the necessary supplies, deep into
the trail, on the other side of the river, try to imagine that
scenario and visualize the puzzled State we were in.
Nevertheless, our curiosity, grew too strong and we weren't
going to stop at anything. We hit the jackpot.
We're going to make the news once we tell everyone what we
found here. John exclaimed shut up jerk.
We're not even supposed to be here right now.
So keep your mouth shut. Ah shut Mike retorted.
Yeah Mike's right. Let's make a pact that we keep
this to ourselves. This just doesn't add up a trail
gets abandoned for no apparent reason and 15 people went
missing without a clue and now there's a cabin in the middle of
nowhere. Brandon said adding to the
confusion guys are we making a mistake?
What if the owner comes back and shoots us or Worse skins us,
there's no way anyone living out here is mentally.
Sane, I said voicing my concerns.
Look Adrian. If you don't feel comfortable,
please stay out as a lookout. I'm curious to see what's up
with all this mess. Mike said determined to explore
further as we walk towards the cabin with every crunch my feet
made against the leaves on the ground.
I was filled with a void of thoughts.
I was engulfed with the idea of whether I would be alive and
breathing fresh air tomorrow morning still conscious and
aware of my own existence or if this was the beginning of the
end, my last few steps into my destiny.
Demise. As we walked up the steps
towards the door, the Moment of Truth, came the smell inside.
The cabin was metallic so much so that we all threw up.
The repulsive smell was something alien in nature.
The floor was scattered with many books and files, which we
started picking up and reading many of the files.
Contained information about Cryptid creatures such as
skinwalkers, wendigos Bigfoot and the Kraken while a few
contained information on lost civilizations.
Despite my all Of these findings.
One particular file stuck out to me.
The mimic as I read this document, I felt a chill crawl
down my spine. I distinctly remember a quote
from the document level 4.7 danger warning.
The origins of mimics are shrouded in mystery while.
We don't know much about these elusive creatures.
Some speculate that they may be therianthrope sore.
Other kin terms used to describe beings that possess both human
and animal characteristics despite their unknown physical
form. ERM It is believed that mimics
have the ability to consume a human's Consciousness and use
their body as a vessel retaining, all of the memories
of the previous human. This allows them to perfectly
imitate their host personality and behavior.
It is important to exercise caution when traveling to
unknown or densely populated areas as these are believed to
be hot spots for mimic activity, hiking, trails and national
parks are common hunting grounds for these creatures as they
search for their next potential. One way to identify a potential
mimic, his by staring into their eyes, as it is believed that
they are unable to fully, replicate the human gaze.
However, it's important to note that the true nature and
abilities of mimics remain. Largely unknown making
encounters with these creatures, both rare and unpredictable.
In other words with a deep Long gaze into their eyes, you will
be able to see the vacant nests in their eyes.
Soulless its purpose for wanting to partake in these actions is
Surrounded by a big cloud of mystery, although it's
speculated that it wishes no more than to be a human to
breathe the same air, as we do to love as we do or more.
So to hate as we do stay away. This Cryptid is the most precise
killer of them all. Because of the fact that there
is no evidence to prove someone is gone.
When it inhabits, the body of the deceased person.
It could be your mother, your father, your friend, it could be
anyone. There are more of them than you
think all around us lingering in the shadows.
This is all I could remember. Reading it definitely wasn't
word for word. But again I'm just trying to
give a summary of what the mimic is.
You may be questioning whether who ever lived in this cabin
before was a total nut job. But trust me when I say this,
these looked like, authentic government documents.
They couldn't have just been printed out no, freaking way.
I thought, all of this was just folklore.
John said, can you please shut the hell up for?
Once this isn't a joke until we get out of here alive.
We need to go now. Brandon replied.
I'm with you man. Let's bail.
This is way too sketchy, I added.
No. Come on guys.
We only live once this place hasn't been opened up in a
while. We should be safe here.
How about we stay? There's a fireplace in here and
it'll be a great experience to talk about years from now.
Mike insisted. I'm with you.
Mike I'm scared but come on. There's only one experience like
this in our lives so let's live it up.
I say screw it. John remarked no.
Come on guys. Mike exclaimed.
His Is filled with excitement. We only live once this place
hasn't been opened up in a while we should be safe here.
How about we stay? There's a fireplace in here and
it'll be a great experience to talk about years from now I'm
with you. Mike John chimed in I'm scared
but come on. There's only one experience like
this in our lives. So let's live it up.
I say screw it. Okay.
I'm in. As long as we do sleeping
shifts, to make sure we don't get skinned alive.
In the middle of the night, Brandon added, his voice,
trembling slightly, Well, I can't leave my boys alone.
I said my voice filled with a hint of hesitation, guys.
There's a basement and upstairs, John exclaimed, his voice Rising
with excitement. Mike and I will check upstairs
and you and Brandon can check out the basement.
His voice trailed off as he made his way towards the staircase,
his flashlight Illuminating the darkened room, fear paralyzed
me, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I hesitated at the top of the Steep staircase, I wasn't built
for these kinds of situations. Way shins, but like always my
pride and ego persevered forcing me to continue.
The stairs were extremely Steep and I stumbled several times
grateful for Brandon Steady Hand, as he helped me down.
It felt like we were descending for ages.
And is estimated that we were now about 50 feet underground.
As we made our way deeper into the basement, not much was
visible at first, but our flashlights illuminated the way
we stopped for a moment. Both feeling unsure of what to
do next. Next, that was until we heard a
human whimpering my heart raced with fear and I Look to Brandon
who had a similar expression of concern on his face.
We both took a deep breath and followed the sound until we came
to a dark corner of the basement.
As we approach the dark corner of the basement.
Our flashlights Illuminating, the way we heard the sound of
something moving on the ground? Suddenly we turned our
flashlights on and collapsed to the ground in fear.
They're lying on the ground. Was a middle-aged skinny, man
with terrible fear in his eyes for a moment, we stared at the
man in shock, unsure of what to do next.
He didn't move or say anything, and his eyes were filled with
Terror. It was clear that he had been
through something traumatic. I looked over at Brandon who was
just as scared as I was, we knew we had to help the man, but we
didn't know how who the hell are.
You don't mess with us, we have a gun Brandon exclaimed, his
voice shaking with fear, shush shush, The unknown man said,
putting his hands up in surrender.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I realized we
were in a dangerous situation. We didn't have a gun or any
weapon to protect ourselves, but at that moment, I was relieved
that Brandon had said that we had to figure out what to do
next and fast before we could make a move, the man spoke.
Again, his voice trembling with fear, I know you guys are human.
I sense it please let me explain myself.
I swear, I'm not crazy. He said I could feel my blood
boil. As the unknown man, spoke the
tension in the air was palpable as we all waited for him to
explain himself. Finally, he continued me and a
group of friends decided to come out here to hike for Fun.
Since we heard it was abandoned next thing, you know, we hear a
man calling out for help. We rushed over to see where it
was coming from. We ended up here at this cabin.
We cautiously walked in there. Late a man on the floor
bleeding. Crying out to us for help as he
spoke. I felt a sense of relief wash
over. Over me, it seemed that the
unknown man was telling the truth and that we were all just
victims of a terrible situation. However we still had to figure
out how to get out of there. Safely.
I listened intently to the man's story.
My mind racing with questions and theories when he mentioned
the documents I couldn't help but interrupt him I don't mean
to interrupt you and I know this might sound crazy, but does this
have anything to do with the documents we found here?
I asked hoping to get some clarity.
The Man's eyes, widened in Surprise.
And I could see the fear etched into his face, the mimic.
He said his voice. Barely above a whisper, if you
read anything about it, then you'll know what I'm talking
about. I lost my two friends to those
creatures, those wretched demons, I couldn't believe what
I was hearing the documents. We found mentioned something
about a mimic, but I had assumed it was just a legend or a myth.
Now it seemed that there was more to it than we had thought.
As the man continued, his story, Brandon interrupted him with
anger and suspicion in his voice.
Your story sounds like bull. Crap to me?
What are you plotting? He shouted.
I tried to call Brandon down sensing that there might be some
truth to the man's story. Brandon, let him finish will
judge his story later. I said, the man continued, his
voice trembling with fear. Look, I know you don't trust me,
but please keep me hidden here and leave before they get you
all to. It's too late for me.
Me. It's just a matter of time as he
spoke. I could feel my own fear Rising.
We were in serious danger and we had to find a way out of there
before. It was too late.
Look man. It's all right.
Just calm down and please continue your story.
I said trying to reassure the man, the next day I returned to
the cabin to investigate what had happened to my friends.
As I approached the cabin, I felt a sense of unease and
apprehension. Almost as if the very air around
the cabin was charged with an otherworldly energy When I
entered the cabin, I was immediately struck by how eerily
quiet it was. There were no signs of a
struggle or any disturbance, but the silence was suffocating as I
called out for my friends, they suddenly appeared as if out of
thin air, they greeted me, casually and spoke.
As if nothing had happened, they told him that he must be
suffering from schizophrenia and that the man they had heard
yelling. Never existed.
I couldn't believe what he was hearing.
I knew I had seen and heard things that were real.
But now, I was being told that I was crazy two weeks passed and I
spent my time Scavenging for food, and avoiding detection, I
was in a constant state of fear and paranoia never sure if the
mimic was still nearby, I eventually returned to the cabin
three days ago to try and make sense of what had happened.
As I dug through the documents, I began to understand the true
nature of the mimic. It was a creature that consumed.
The consciousness of its host, imitating their personality and
memories The mimic aimed to confuse the masses by leaving.
No trace of anything unusual or out of the ordinary.
I struggled to comprehend the implications of what I had
discovered. I was horrified by the thought
that the people around me, could be nothing more than hosts for
these creatures. His voice trembled as he spoke
unable to fully process, the weight of the knowledge.
He had gained look man, I'm not going to say you're lying or
that you're crazy, you can leave.
Now while my friends are upstairs, I'll explain to them
later. Her I said, no, don't tell your
friends. You guys have to leave too.
You can't trust anyone. The unknown man added?
We're not going to leave our friends behind.
Good luck, man. Please stay away from us.
We won't be here for long. I added the man ran off into the
woods leaving me and Brandon shell-shocked and unsure of what
to do next. We were filled with doubts and
fears wondering if he was really crazy or if his story actually
added up Brandon didn't utter a single word lost in thought we
got to get out of here. Brandon finally said, breaking
the silence. I agree something in my gut
tells me, he's telling the truth.
I replied nodding in agreement as we turn to head back
upstairs. John's voice interrupted us
Brandon Adrian. What's taking so long guys?
We just finished checking out upstairs.
Whoever lived here before was definitely tripping on
something. I exchanged a word glance with
Brandon. Sure of how to respond.
It seemed that the bizarre events we had experienced were
far from over me and Brandon, headed upstairs retaining.
The knowledge that the mimic could be anywhere.
We both agreed to pull an all-nighter to ensure our safety
Mike and John seem to be in great spirits, almost forgetting
that we were in an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere.
Although we made the best of our situation, we started up a fire
on the fireplace and started reminiscing about old times.
Mike, remember that time you jumped into the lake?
Because I told you I accidentally dropped your phone
in there. Brandon said haha.
Yeah, you've always been a jerk. I hope, you know, I'm going to
get you back worse. One day.
Mike replied, you'll try you dweeb Brandon added.
Wait, hold on guys. Did you hear that?
Mike said know what's up, man? Brandon said Mike is everything.
Okay? I asked.
No guy shut the fire off like demanded.
Mike Start explaining what the hell is going on.
John said. Said, there's someone outside of
this cabin. I hear footsteps nearby.
Mike said a few moments later, we felt the walls rattle with
vibrations. As someone banged on the door,
continuously yelling come out. You little weasels, me and
Brandon knew all too well, that this was the mimic.
We couldn't help. But look at one another, in an
overwhelming disturbance. The way, the man yelled was
truly, bone-chilling. It was as if his voice had been
stripped of all Humanity, replaced by a primal growl that
rattled, the very foundation of the cabin.
The banging on the door seemed to intensify as if the man was
growing increasingly angry and desperate to get inside.
As we huddled together in the room, the atmosphere became
thick with tension and unease. The air seemed to grow heavier
as if it were pressing down on us with an otherworldly Force.
The man's voice continued to deteriorate morphing into a
guttural. Snarl that seemed to come from
deep within his throat. Despite our fear, we couldn't
help but be fascinated by the strange and unsettling sound.
Suddenly the King stopped, and the silence was unbearable.
We held our breath waiting for what would come next?
And then we heard it the sound of footsteps slowly making their
way toward the door. Each step echoed through the
house, like a hammer on a drum and we knew all too.
Well, what was about to take place we huddled together,
trying to keep our composure, but the fear was overwhelming,
our hearts were pounding in our chests and we could feel the
sweat running down our foreheads.
We knew that we had to be ready to defend.
And ourselves. But we had no idea what we were
up against Mike. What the hell are you doing?
I asked Mike started yelling and threatening, whoever was behind
the door, he rushed to open it and as he did, the man's yells
turned into laughter. In fact, Mike in the other man
started laughing hysterically, we were left in a state of
confusion before we could even respond to Mike.
He, and the other man attacked us beating us so badly that we
were knocked unconscious. When I woke up, my head was
pounding, Oh and I struggled to focus my vision.
Mike and the other man were standing over us their eyes
black as night devoid of any emotion or Humanity.
Their presence was suffocating as if the very air around them
was being drained of Life. Suddenly I felt a deep sense of
grief and loss wash over me. It was as if I had just realized
that my childhood best friend, Mike had been gone for a long
time. His soul replaced by some
malevolent Force. The other man was no longer.
Stranger. But a vessel for the same entity
that had claimed Mike's life, the weight of the situation was
overwhelming and tears, stream down my face as I tried to
process what had happened. I knew that it was only a matter
of time before I too would be taken over by the creature.
They called the mimic you. Finally woke up, huh?
Mike / mimic said, what are you waiting for?
Why not just be done with it. Whatever you are.
I replied at this point Brandon and John started waking up as
well. Brandon knew all too well, just
as I that our demise was soon to come John on, the other hand was
in a shocked State. He couldn't even muster up a
sentence. Well, there are three of you and
two of us were waiting for another.
One of us to get here. Mike, / mimic said, what even
are you what do you truly look like?
Brandon asked, ha ha you humans have always been curious even
hundreds of thousands of years ago.
You guys never seem to change Mike /.
Mimic replied. What the hell?
Are you even? Talking about, if you're about
to eliminate us at least, do us the justice of telling us what
our bodies are going to be used for.
Why do we even deserve it? Brandon added?
How about this? You tell us where you're from?
Why do you even need us to sustain yourself whatever you
may be? I suggested we aren't from.
Here we come from another place and evolve slowly over time by
consuming the Consciousness or what you humans.
Call the Mind, We Begin by taking over the smallest,
insects then, move on to more. Agent animals and the cycle
continues, we learn as we grow and consume, we have witnessed
it all the fall of the dinosaurs, and the rise of
mammals, the excitement never ends.
Each new life brings a new experience.
Please understand that our actions are not personal.
It is simply a matter of survival, Mike / mimic
explained. Do you have emotions?
Why do you sound like any other ordinary human?
This all has to just be a bad dream.
I replied one thing that most humans lack Lack is the ability
to delve deeper into every small detail given to them.
As I mentioned earlier we learn as we grow and consume we
possess everything. A human could possibly have as
well as many other types of organisms on this planet.
We are scattered across the cosmos growing and consuming,
our only desire is to experience all that life has to offer.
And to be immortal like /, mimic explained will.
If you already have Mike's body, why would you need another
vessel? Brandon asked.
That document you read on. Mimics didn't specify the
context that we can't completely consumed the conscience of our
host immediately. It takes about four years.
Not to also mention it, can vary depending on various factors
such as age size, and lastly, their health once we've almost
completely consumed their conscience.
We are in a hurry to find our next host Mike /.
Mimic clarified wait. So Mike's alive somewhere deep
down in his mind. Indeed he is or at least just
fragments It's of him, our host goes into a dreamlike state,
never able to wake up. Once we have fully implanted
ourselves into them. Matter of fact, I feel his fear
and confusion as we speak, he isn't aware of what's going on,
but I feel his precious fear and sorrow, it overwhelms me with
life. Mike, / mimic said, all of a
sudden, John started screaming out in Terror.
He cried continuously overcome by great sadness, confusion, and
fear before I could join John and his delve into darkness.
I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside.
Cabin at all mutilated man, entered through the door with
dry and flaky skin and most importantly empty eyes.
You see our friend here who just walked through the door is in
dire need of a new host. So tell me which one of you.
Is it going to be Mike? /, mimic said one last question
before it's our time to go. What does life mean to you?
I inquisitively asked life is a rare and precious phenomenon
surpassing. Anything else in existence.
It is driven by an unyielding will to survive.
I've and fueled by the profound depth and richness of human
emotions and experiences. Mike /, mimic replied the three,
mimics then approached us with hungry, curious eyes, they all
Place their hands on our heads. Caressing us, as if we were
precious children almost as. If these creatures admired, our
entire existence, as a whole suddenly, the human hosts skin
started to flare up in a plethora of bright colors as the
mimic released. Its hold on the human body's,
they all dropped to the ground. Round and then I saw it.
The mimics True Form. Its body didn't resemble any
Earthly animal as if the most Twisted e reminds couldn't even
conceive. Such a creature, the mimic had
thin almost otherworldly limbs that seemed to be able to grab
onto anything in their path. Their structure was unlike that
of an octopus. They were arranged in an
irregular and unorthodox fashion.
The mimics face was even more unnerving with a disconcerting
and displaced structure. That defied.
I'd all logic. Imagine long spindly limbs
jutting out, in all directions and a face that was terrifying.
Yet, inexplicably puzzling and the colors.
And textures of the creature were equally baffling bright
primary dark shade surrounding its disfigured face.
In short, the mimics True Form was something out of a
nightmare, a freakish otherworldly entity that defied
explanation, despite its grotesque appearance.
There was an unexplainable Beauty to the being that filled
me with both admiration and But before I could even begin to
comprehend the mimics, True Form hundreds of its thin Skirmish
limbs gripped. My body constricting me with an
otherworldly strength as the mimic tightened its grip.
I felt my Consciousness. Begin to slip away in that
moment. I was overcome by a deluge of
emotions, that weren't my own. It was as if I was experiencing
the memories and sensations of every creature, the mimics had
ever assimilated from the tiniest insects to the
mightiest. CB Beasts.
And ultimately to the most complex and enigmatic species of
them all humans. In those moments, it was all too
apparent to me that I was going to delve into that dream like
sleeping state that the mimic had explained to me before with
my few conscious thoughts. I thought to myself was this the
only outcome in a way I assumed it was better than me dying in a
painful way. Although realistically, my body
was being used and mimic to the touch my phrases, my mannerisms,
my emotions This was an assault on Humanity.
I thought this was far worse than simply just becoming
non-existent and out of the picture we call life complete
darkness engulfed, me and I slowly felt myself getting
tired. Then without warning gun shots
were fired. And I awoke to the mimics corpse
on the ground and in all too familiar face.
It was the man Brandon and I had encountered in the basement.
The one we let flee away because we thought he was crazy before,
I could cry out an appreciation. Ian, the unknown yelled to me,
there's only two corpses on the ground.
He got John's body. It's too late.
We got to make a run for it. Let's go Brandon and I, without
second-guessing, ran out of the cabin and followed the man who
saved us. He explained to us that he had
been monitoring us four days to ensure.
We didn't meet the same fate as he and his friends had prior.
Luckily, his compassion for his fellow humans saved us in the
end, we ran and ran and ran for hours on end, our fear.
Desperate attempts to escape eventually a small town emerged
on the horizon. And we found refuge in an
abandoned house, my friend, Brandon and I grieved for our
fallen companion. John our tears flowing freely in
deep sorrow for the remainder of the day.
It has now been three weeks since that fateful incident and
we have been accused of murder by those who believe that John
is still alive, or at least his impostor.
Is this turn of events, has forced us to live in constant
fear always. Ways on the run from both mimics
and humans alike. Despite this, I hold onto the
peace in my heart, knowing that I have not lost my soul to those
walking deceivers to the parents of Mike and John if you are
reading this, remember that your sons are gone.
Mike has been missing for far longer than you know.
And the John you see, before you is not your son.
Who knows what that creature may do in the night when no one is
around to see it. Stairs are filled with deep
selfishness and hunger and envy you couldn't even Begin to
comprehend to my brothers. Wherever you are know that I
love you, always Brandon and I have taken it upon ourselves to
hunt down these parasites and protect Humanity from their
malevolent schemes in the shadows.
This was not the life I had envisioned for myself but it is
the life I have been given and I will not rest.
Until my long lost friends have been given the Justice they
deserve. I leave you with this final
thought within the Shadows lie Secrets, far more terrible than
you can begin. Begin to Fathom.
Hold the ones. You love dear close.
No one is safe from the mimic.