Short tale: Hunters or hunted
August 16
Today we caught some rabbits in our traps in the south part of the forest, John even managed to shoot quite a large hind wich he's ofcourse been braggin about all day.
I tell ya that boy could make every little deed seem as he have conquered an army single handedly, he conjures up the most fantastic tales of ever so little with that imagination of his.
August 18
The forest doesnt hold as much game as we had hoped. The day have been slow when checking on the traps most of them showed up empty except some pheasants.
August 19
William came shouting into the camp early this morning claiming that we had caught a bear in one of our traps in the nortern region of the forest close to the river.
When approaching the trap we saw some...I dont know some sort of animal, it was big and hairy with the face of a goat and had the built of a man.
Before I got to investige it further John shoot of an arrow into the animals chest before I was able to react.
The scream it let out...it was beyond human but still it sounded like he cried out words of some sort, almost like a cry for help.
John was all worked up with excitment yabbering about how they'd make up stories about him and how he'd slayed the beast.
August 20
We've been going through the body of the creature it did'nt have alot of hide that was useful and none of us have dared to eat any of it's flesh.
It's body were filled with scars from previous wounds they seemed to have been inflicted by weaponry as far as we could tell. It also had some smaller skulls in a leather string around it's neck almost as it was some sort of decoration of some sort. The skulls were of various animals one even seemed quite human.
August 22
The day's have been fruitless we havent so much as seen dropping's of so much as a rabbit.
I've heard some strange sounds in the night's, sounding like chanting of some sort. The noises resembled that of the scream of the beast we killed tree days ago but neither William, John or Gary claimed to have heard the sounds. I'm probably just imagining things.
August 23
William and I found some animal carcasses further into the woods today they'd look like they were gutted out and eaten right there the marking's of theets and claws on the carcasses didnt resemblance any bear or wolf I dont know what kind of animal that could'uve done this.
John and Gary set out to the northern part of the forest again at morning but they have yet still to return, hopefully all is well and they have just set camp to avoid trying to track their way back in the dark.
August 24
The sounds I heard in the forest on the previous night's was to be heard again but this time nearer and more clearer. The sounds were of no man but grunts and incomprehensive chanting. William told me he had heard to noises aswell.
John and Gary did'nt show up this morning either we went to look for them but we couldent find any trace of them. Like they had been engulfed by the earth itself.
August 25
I ventured into the forest alone today William was obviously scared by the these happening's, the sounds...John and Gary going missing, so I told him to stay in the camp instead in case John and Gary would show up so he wouldent have to bring himself out here.
Upon my return to the camp I had been greatly delayed and the darkness was already out, I saw...William laying upon the ground and...and there were similiar creatures to the one that we had slayed about a week ago but they were smaller, they were eating on the poor boy as they saw me they ran off shouting and grunting...it sounded like they were glad....What a fool I had been I shouldent have let the boy stay in the camp by his own.
August 26
In the night the creatures must have returned, I had wrapped Williams body into some cloth to bring him home with me as I was going to try to make my way back today from this hellish forest. But the bpdy was all gone so was the body of the creature that we had slayed on the ground was nothing more then the print in the grass witnessing of that they had once lay there.
As the day turned into night I couldent bear to set camp I still marched on. It was not long after I could hear branches break and hoves beating against rocks behind me...several of these things were after me grunting, sounding like they were cheering eachother on. I manage to find a small cave to hid myself in and block the entrance I can now hear them outside lifting the stones away, I dont think I'll make it out of here alive so I'll leave this journal of mine here to witness of these events so that one day someone will find it and know my destiny and tell my family I loved them.
Edward Bottoms husband to Anna Bottoms and father to little George Bottoms.
It's about 3AM I was bored I made up a story so probably alot of misspelled words and incromphensive meanings...anyways hope it's a good read. Good night.