We've been tracking a tribe in for days on end, everyone had treated us with the upmost kindness, we decided to stay and watch a few more days before returning to our base. Recently every single tribesman and woman had disappeared.
It would start with an crashing sound, loud enough to be heard a few miles off, then a loud scratching sound, afterwards someone would go missing.
Me, the guide of our expedition, had the idea to film whatever had been holding the tribe hostage. We grab our best weaponry and the necessary tools and go to hunt the creature. We need to rest it's been hours on end without seeing anything, and there's no noise at all beside an eerie dull hum of mosquitos and someone in the crew who occasionally starts to swat at one. As we lay down around a fire, we started we drift off. I wake up in great pain, and I hear the howl, I see the tribe standing all around me feasting on every last crew member and when I look down my legs are being sawed off. The camera facing me as one of them held it finally died, no one would know what happened to us.
We were being hunted.
