This text is from Sir Walter E Reyes' Notebook. It was covered in blood at the time, for some unknown reason, parts of the description had to be cut.The wind of the night blew dead leaves through the rocky streets of the ghost town. Nay, it only seemed like a ghost town. Get a close enough look, and you can see the panicked faces of citizens staring out the window at the creature stumbling through the streets.You can never really get a look of it. You look at it for a second, blink, it's gone, only thing visible was the trails of blood that harden almost instantly behind it.
The sounds of the two different feet hititng the ground was more than enough to disorient anyone. Click, shuff, click, shuff was heard as one foot left behind three toes and talons, like a bird, the other leaving behind a paw print, like a dog.It has red eyes with black, pulsing pupils that seem to look at everything, and nothing at the same time. They were big, yet one was noticably smaller than the other. It blinked, of course, but it blinked veritcally. Scarred, sideways eyelids slowly closed on the uneven circles called 'eyes'.
All the townspeople quickly ducked to not catch the monster's eye. All but two.It's head, much like a ragdoll's, had stitches and lines across parts of it. It was much like a rounded-edged cube, except there was a huge circular chunk missing off the top right corner, as if something had taken a bite out of it, yet its eyes protruded past the 'bite', so from behind, you would be able to see part of the red eye still.
A very curious child, named Tommy, the age of 8, got a quick glimpse of the being before his mother pulled his head down, and told him off.The ears weren't ears at all, they were just gaping holes on the side of its, head, and if you look close enough, you would see green ooze leaking out of it. You would be tempted to touch it, but if you did, you would soon feel the ectoplasmic acid eating away at your skin, turning it to mere bone. If you did manage to get close enough and stare into the sockets, you would see that it was more of a funnel shape, spinning. Yes. SPINNING. Giving off a high pitched swooshing sound.
A writer, hired to describe the monster as best as he could for a local newspaper, quickly glanced at the monster and jotted down shorthand in his notebook.Its arms were completly different, it had 3. One on the left side of its body, two on the right, one below the other. The top right arm was severly bent, like a horizontal 'w', and could be extended way past the length of the body if stretched. It had 3 unclawed fingers, much like a humans.
The monster turned towards the window of the house the man was in, staring at the man with a look of maliciousness, but at the same time, a look of worry, a look a hopelessness. Its eyes said 'You're my first victim.' but at the same time, 'You're my first friend.'The bottom right arm had a loop in it and full of holes, as if something once again had taken multiple bites out of it. It came to one point, a pure white claw, much like an incisor fang, contrast to the black and grey arm that it had.
The man, feeling sad, put down the notebook and slowly walked to the monster. He closed his eyes, tilted his head and held out his hand for a handshake.The third arm, wasn't really arm, it was straight, like any humans arm, but...it didn't have a hand, or fingers. It turned into a foot. A very dirty foot, mold covering almost half of it.
Closing his eyes was his first mistake.The body wasn't straight, it had no spine, you see, it could bend at any angle towards it's target, and even stretch itself by detaching part of itself by pulling on the stitchs, revealing the organs inside of its bloody, body part infested stomach, hands of its victims visible, frozen in a state of grabbing something it could not find...Life.
The man, with a loud yelp, held his hand--or what was left of it-- to his face. The townspeople were left to only cringe at the sounds and imagine what could be happening.The legs...the legs .The two of them allowing them to tower almost a full foot above the tallest human alive. The top of each looking like normal human legs, but they will soon change...
A slight swoosh sound was heard, as if something was swiping through the air.The right leg turned into a canine-esque legs, with a wing protruding out the back of it, starting at the the thigh, ending at the ankle. Able to flap, unable to fly.
The man's headless body dropped to its knees.The left leg turned into a bird like leg, rings around the foreleg, and talons at the bottom of the black foot. On the ankle, it had a tongue, a canine tongue, dragging on the ground, leaving a shiny trail of saliva.
Another swoosh, another swipe.Now, onto the last thing you will see of it before death. It brings it one-claw hand to its mouth, vicious ripping holes into the horizontal stitch across it face. It does it best to fully open its mouth. the width between each stitch shortening, and snapping, as they grew longer in height.
The man's body completely fell to the ground. Or, half of it did. His legs and lower half of his stomach were left in a pool of blood, his inner organs left to lie on the ground.It jerks its mouth to the sky, letting out an ear piercing, literally ear piercing screech. If you are in even a mile radius of it your eardrums will pop, blood leaking out of your ears as you drop. This being moves at incredible speed, with the ability to devour 2 to 3 people at once across multiple parts of the world.
The monster had finished its target, and now onto the next target, the last one to look at it.It detaches its draw as it prepares to behead you with one single bite, its dripping, green liquid detoeriorating the skin to make the last bite easier.
Its tongue, completely black, despite the pools of the ectoplasm forming in the bottom reaches of its almost never ending mouth. The teeth circle around its mouth like a chainsaw, 4, even 5 sets of teeth chopping the neck clean off.
It swallows the head whole, and then the rest of its prey, taking months, even years, before it fully digests, absorbing traits of the prey, adding it onto the being itself, another leg, arm, even head.
The monster turned towards the house of Tommy.
Long after the monster had left, the townspeople came.
They saw a message scribbled in blood, starting from his long intestine.
Excerpt from the notebook.------
The townspeople and I have fired a few shots at it from a distance.
It couldn't locate where we were, but felt no damage.
The bullets were absored into its..'skin'. As if made of clay.
This is very starnge, more reasearch has to be made.
It has been lumbering around after that.
Maybe the shots did something.
Its moves are very static..as if it's broken.
More research has to be made on this.
