Friday, October 15
It is that time of year again. The "Humans" are hunting for me, and it is getting quite old. I don't know why they try because it always ends the same way for them: in my stomach digesting. I don’t eat them because of the way they taste. On the contrary, I do it because the food is there. What I mean is, I eat these “humans” because they are a free source of food. These two legged beasts blame me for eating their people when they were the ones with the audacity to attack me in the first place. You see, I am actually quite nice and humble. If these “Humans” stopped to ask, I would have had an intellectual conversation with them, but they don't stop to think that I am intellectual and instead come at me with weapons. I wonder if this will ever stop.
Monday, October 25
A “Human” showed up at my house today, and let's be frank: he tried to kill me, so I killed him, but only in self-defense. I do not enjoy killing these “humans,” but I have to admit they are quite delectable. Even though they are tasty I will resist the urge, because if I don’t, the “Humans” would have been right about me. I would be nothing but a monster.
Wednesday, October 27
I slipped in my standards today. I went out of my house in search of “Humans.” My stomach had this hunger. A hunger only human hands could satisfy. This attempt of a hunt almost led to my demise. As I hunted for a “Human” I was ambushed by a group of “Humans”. One of their arrows pierced my upper leg, ripping through my muscle. I ran, scared for my life, through the woods. After an hour of running I had finally lost them. I returned to my house and tended to my wound.
Friday, October 29
It’s been two days since my lapse in judgement, and I fear that “Humans” I encountered might have followed me to my house. I think they plan to attack my home and kill me. The wound they gave me is still fresh. I stay alert in hope that I can live through this engagement.
Saturday, October 30
They attacked at midnight. Weapons blazing, they charged at me. I fought as hard as I could, but so did they. Their group suffered many casualties in their men. They have pushed me back into my bedroom. This may be my last journal entry. They are beating at the door. I see the door breaking under the force of their blows. They will be inside any minute, and I fear that the world may never know the truth about me. About what I really am. Because I am…
FILE 170465
A beast was found in a cave, its body only bones. This body is bigger than most humans. Its hand could have shattered the skull of a human. As we researched this being, we found that it closely resembled a human. We have sent the skeleton to deep storage where it is being classified and is to not be opened again for 50 years. We hope by then that we will be able to better identify what this being is. Till then, we have decided to call it “Big Foot” because of the size of its feet.
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