It’s Here
October 15, 2016
Day 1
It’s here. I know it is. I can feel it’s presence. I can feel it’s eyes fixed on me as the hair on my neck grows stiff. Even though I’m sitting here in my tent, I can’t escape the feeling of it’s glare coming from the treeline. I found a nice opening to set up camp, but I can’t help feeling as though I’m sitting in the middle of an ambush. The darkness here is unnatural. It’s as if the moon won't shine on this part of the forest. Sometimes, I look out of the small cutout I have made in my tent to make sure that it’s still there. It always is. Yet, whenever I look out of the cutout, I can’t help but look back at the treeline to see if I can spot anything moving. Sometimes, I do.
-Skylar T.
October 17, 2016
Day 3
I grip my gun now tightly to feel safe, but I know the stories. The stories of men that were found skewered on the branches of trees with their tongues ripped out of their mouths. Their eyes were wide open, but there was no soul left in their bodies. Their guns were broken in two on the snow-covered ground beneath them, and each end was shoved into the ground so that they sticked upward. It was always the same. One of these men was my brother, Abel. That’s why I’m up here in this darned place. No one exactly goes to Siberia for a vacation. Especially not in these parts. You’ll never guess what the natives call this forest. They call it Мертвый лес. You know what that means? It roughly translates to “Dead Forest” in Russian. But I need to know if I’m right about what killed him. I think I know now. Last night, after I ate, I began to get ready to go to sleep. I rolled out my sleeping bag onto the floor of my tent. That’s when I heard the wolves. First, there was one. Then, others joined in. I thought it was normal, since there were lots of wolves in Siberia. Some even attack the primitive villages. But then, in the middle of these wolf howls, another howl began to sound. This one was different. It was deep. Guttural. Suddenly the wolves stopped howling and started “yip-ing.” The deeper howl kept going. It was unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. I came here because I think my brother was killed by the Siberian Yeti. Last night, I successfully proved my theory. I think I can finally leave now.
-Skylar T.
October 23, 2016
Day 8
Change of plans... Oh GOD, how did this happen? I was packing my things to leave a couple days ago when I heard footsteps outside. I froze. I knew that if I moved, it would know where I am. But, it was broad daylight! It had probably seen me already! The footsteps were so loud and heavy that my chest vibrated with every step. Suddenly, they stopped. I thought I was in the clear so I started shoving things into my backpack. That’s when the tent flipped. If there was any doubt that I was being tormented by a Yeti, it all disappeared then. It flipped the tent over completely without trying! It bellowed as it began to rip apart the fabric. I was on my back on the ceiling of the tent (It was now the floor). I turned to my right to see that my knife had skewered my left palm. I shrieked as I yanked it out. Then, I made the mistake of looking up. Standing before me was a 10 foot tall creature. It’s matted white hair flew around in the wind as it’s red eyes pierced me. It’s snarl was so... human. That’s what will stick with me the most. It’s face was so utterly human. The only thing that set it apart was it’s gigantic fangs. It reached into the tent and picked me up with ease. The knife was still in my hand. When it was about to end my life, I jabbed my knife into it’s eye. Blood spurted out of it’s eye onto me as it roared with pain. It let go of me, but I did not let go of the knife. It screeched in agony as my knife slid down into it’s cheek. Then, the knife popped free and I fell to the floor. My left hand was still bleeding profusely, but I tried not to pay attention to it. I knew that the cold would probably clot the blood and freeze the wound shut. The beast retreated to the treeline. I picked up my backpack and started to run towards the opposite treeline. After running for what seemed like hours, I found a cave. That’s where I am now. My tent is useless, so the cave is the only source of shelter I have as of now. My SAT phone was destroyed in the attack, so, as of now, I have no connection to the outside world. I’m hopeful, but hope isn’t going to get me rescued from Siberia. On top of that, I have a Siberian Yeti who has me as number one on it’s hit list. It will be back. I know it will be back.
-Skylar T.
October 30, 2016
Day 15
So, I’ve been surviving. Not exactly living, but surviving. I found some bats in this cave that I could eat, and I go out to hunt now and then, but never too far. I don’t have that much ammo left, and my food reserve is depleted. I’ve lost weight. Maybe around 80 pounds. It hurts even to write this. There’s no way I’m surviving more than a day. No sign of my tall, beastly friend. There’s a blizzard raging outside right now, so I can’t leave even if I wanted to. Anyway, I had a dream last night. My brother was in it. I dreamt that my brother was here with me, and was watching over me. He told me that I didn’t have to be afraid. And he told me that death wasn’t all that bad. I’m laying here now, and as I remember that dream, I start to feel better. The cold is starting to envelop me, and starvation is causing my stomach to churn. I’m taking such shallow breaths. It even hurts to breathe. I look out at the opening of the cave and... would you look at that? There it is. I can just barely make out it’s hulking figure in the snow covered treeline. It’s back rising up and down slowly. The yeti. The exact same one. You know how I know it’s the same one? It’s eye. It’s completely blue, and a scar runs down it onto it’s cheek. I chuckle. Today’s also Halloween. Talk about poetic justice. It’s just standing there. Biding it’s time I guess. It knows I’m a goner. I should probably run, but, then what? I’m probably gonna break my leg in the first 5 minutes. There’s no use anymore. I take my gaze off of it and look to my left, and guess who it is? It’s my brother. He’s dressed in all white. He’s beckoning to me. I’m coming Abel. Just wait. I’m coming. I look back at the opening. Now the Yeti is standing right in the entrance, blocking almost all the sunlight. It’s breaths are so freaking loud. I chuckle again. Yeah, this is my last journal entry. I guess it’ll make one heck of a story if someone finds this book, right? The darned thing is walking towards me now. Goodbye, world. I’m coming, Abel. I’m co-
THE END
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