An Apocalyptic Invasion

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After police searched through Jerry Hudford's items, they discovered a recorder that was stashed under his CDs. Turning on this recorder revealed a message that he recorded. When police played it, five officers disappeared later that day, and two others were killed. When another agency investigated their murders, they found uncharacteristically large claw marks gouged into the officers' stomachs, going through their arms and legs.

The five officers were found three months later, their bodies sickly thin and their skin white. Their hair was roughed up, and their clothes were splattered with blood. Ambulances came and picked them up, and when investigators tried to interrogate them, they said that they mumbled incoherent words and slurred their sentences. The one common phrase that they said, though, was 'The cats... they're evil! Their eyes... don't look into them.'

I took it upon myself to record these findings the lead officer gave me. It is a strange case, and I had a feeling that we were dealing with something that wasn't human.

When I told the lead officer this, he agreed with a grim expression. He told me that the slash marks were not like anything he's ever seen, and that if I were to visit the forest with a partner the next night, it would help to figure out what killed the officers and find out what the officers meant by 'the cats... they're evil!' phrase all of them mumbled.

The next night, my partner and I set out on to the road to Old Alton's Bridge, which has been famously known to sport sightings of a creature called 'The Goatman'.

According to legend, this fearsome beast was said to be over eight feet tall, has black or red fur, a muzzle full of teeth, and horns that were so large they curled in on themselves.

We stopped the car near the bridge. My partner turned off the engine. She faced me and said, "Look, I know you're excited, but we have to be careful. There have been a number of deaths here, and I don't want you to be one of those bodies."

"I'll be fine," I assured her. She sighed but got out of the car and started walking down the bridge. I quickly ran after her.

The atmosphere the bridge gives off is, to say the least, not pleasant. I had been in many frightening situations before, but when I stepped foot on to the wooden platforms, I felt a shiver run down my entire body.

Voicing my thoughts, my partner muttered, "This place gives me the creeps."

As we went down the bridge, I started hearing loud calls in the nearby forest. I motioned for my partner to stop. We both stood there, and as we listened for the calls it began to occur to me that the calls sounded exactly like the mating cries of a female mountain lion, but much more louder.

"Cougars don't live in this part of town," my partner said, frowning.

I didn't want to think that, so I just said, "Maybe they're coyotes; they live in the forest, don't they?"

"Let's just keep going."

I felt something pass behind me and turned to face it, but there was nothing there.

I scanned the woods with my flashlight, checking for any clues. My partner suddenly put out an arm to stop me. "Kevin, look."

We were already out of the bridge and at the edge of the forest. There was a deep depression that led to a bowl that took up the majority of the space we were at.

In the center of the bowl, there was a strange creature snuffling around the edges. To this day, I can still describe it perfectly: it had a long tail that trailed behind it like a flag. Its brown fur shone even in the dark, and it had extremely sharp claws that dug through the earth, tossing it aside like it was Play-Doh.