They Leapt

*These Logs were voice recordings leading up to the events of Sept. 4, 1997

[Log 1]

    My name is Ephraim Green. I am a reporter from The Fells Peak Journal. I’ve been assigned to a case known as “The Widow’s Leap” Bridge. There have been many reported suicides on this particular bridge within the last two years, the number seems to climb even still. After interviewing the families of those missing, I can report that none of the missing persons seemed to show signs of depression or suicidal tendencies. I believe there may be something more sinister at play and rather homicides than suicide. That concludes my first log.

[Log 2]

    This is Ephraim Green for Fells Peak Journal, investigating Widow’s Leap. I went to the bridge to investigate the missing persons, but there were no signs of past presence. There were some weird sounds coming from under the bridge, but I assume it's just some animals around the river below. The thick fog around the area obstructs my view at about a 3 foot radius, no signs of life either, maybe I should come back on another night. This concludes the log.

[Log 3]

    This is Ephraim Green for Fells Peak Journal. Night two of investigating the bridge. There was another one last night after I left. No body was found up or down the river, or anywhere. I have an officer here who has agreed to answering my questions. Officer Belmont, do you really think all of these are suicides?
    “There’s no really saying what they are, there's no sign of homicide or any other types of death in general. Just technically missing persons.”
    Do you think we could have a serial killer on our hands, preying on the unsuspecting passerby?
    “I don’t know exactly what it is, but the only thing these people have in common is that they came to this bridge, they’re missing, and they all reside in Fells Peak.”
    Would it be ok if I took a peek at the scene?
    “No sir, I can’t allow you to do that. This interview is over, I’m sorry.”
    Alright, that was Officer Belmont on the case of the Widow’s Leap. Once everything calms down a bit, I’ll try and take another look. Until then, that concludes the log.

[Log 4]

    Ephraim Green of Fells Peak Journal. It’s been two weeks since the last log. The police have finally cleared out the place. I’m going back to investigate for myself.
    There’s a thick fog rolling in again, and I’m not seeing anything once again. The noises from last time are louder, like they might be closer
    *SCRAPE*
    That was really close, I’ll go check it out. There’s nothing over here.. Maybe… Wait! I saw something.. Oh God..

[Present]

    Long bony gray fingers wrapped over the side of the bridge and scraped at the cement sides. Ephraim slowly backed away from it, breathing heavily, heart racing. Whatever it was seemed to speak in a low breathy rasp.
    “Clo..ser.. Come.. clo… ser.” It reached its long spindly arms over the edge, revealing a gray skull-like face. It chattered it’s lipless teeth and seemed to stare Ephraim with the deep empty vertical slits that seemed to be eyes. It crawled toward the reporter ever so delicately. The man dropped the tape recorder he was holding and backed against the opposite side of the bridge, frozen in terror.
    “The… flesh… rip... and… tear,” it rasped. It was large enough to reach across the bridge without revealing its legs, yet what seemed to be a third arm with the same long spindly fingers as the other reached over the bridge to support 
the thing. Upon closer inspection, the reporter realized that the third arm was its leg but intentionally broken at the joints for the desired movements. It reached out to him with the limb that provided the least support. Chattering it’s teeth, the creature snatched at Ephraim’s ankle with lightning speed and pulled. Ephraim resisted, resulting in the thing jerking it’s hand to the side and snapping the man’s leg.
    “Clo… ser…” it switched between which arm it used to hold his leg and grabbed the other. It squeezed his unharmed leg in the anticipation of the reporters continued resistance, immediately pulverizing the bones in the appendage. Now holding both legs in one hand, it started to slink back below the bridge, while pulling Ephraim towards it’s chattering teeth. It clamped the teeth around one of his arms and started  pulling flesh off the bones. It descended back into the dark as it crunched the reporter’s bones, leaving Ephraim as just another victim to the Bridge Crawler of Fells Peak…