Squirrils. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. Fourty. They ran across the room and lept onto Charles. Their eyes were
red, their teeth chattering, their fur on end, their bodies twitching psychotically. They climbed around his
legs, up his chest, and on his head. And they were biting. One stared him right in the eyes, before it skewered
his nose. He screamed in agony, and tried to pull them off, but there was too many off them. It reminded him
of that verse in the Bible, about Hell being a place of pain and misery and weeping and----and knashing of
teeth. They tore at his flesh. He fell forward onto the floor, and the remaining squirrils lept on him. Every-
where they were. He screamed and kicked uselessly as they proceeded to skin him alive. One crawled inside
the hole in his skin by his ribcage, and bit his organs. The pain was so intense. His mouth bellowed bloody
murder, and as he did a squirril crawled in and tore out his tounge. He watched as two ran across the floor,
one holding his index finger, the other his thumb. "Gaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" he screamed as a squirril clamped down
on his midsection.
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Officer Duke Hampton stepped out of his truck. "Well, guess I will go have a look," he muttered, as
he survayed the seemingly peaceful scene. He grabbed his notepad and began walking up the walkway.
It was early in the morning--6:45am--and the area was covered in a peaceful morning light, as the sun had
yet to show its face. Everything appeared normal........except a bunch of windows were knocked out.
He went down and tried the door to the lower cabin. Locked. He walked around back. Where a glass
door had been, now a pile of glass and wood took residence. He stepped through. Everything was in
order. He checked the bedroom and the kitchen. Everything appeared normal. He turned and walked
across the room to the staircase, and proceeded up. At the top, he reached a little hall with two doors.
He checked the one on the side. A bathroom. Again, nothing unusual. He stepped up to the other door.
It was slightly ajar. He pushed it open. The instant it flung open, a single thing caught his attention. A
skeleton lay face down on the floor. The officer walked over, wide-eyed in amazment. He touched it.
The bone still had the texture of wetness, as if the meat only just been removed a few hours ago. The
skull was sideways. Its mouth open in a look of terror.

The cop turned and walked out of the room, wide-eyed and numb from what he had just seen. He went
down the stairs and out the door. He proceeded, still wide-eyed up, the walkeway to the second cabin.
When he reached the steps going up the porch he noticed there was dried blood on them. He walked
up, and through the open

what the he--

front door. The room was filled with overturned furniture, glass, and scratch marks. Duke looked down next
to him at a little table with a phone on it, off the hook. "This must be where the anynomous 911 call
was made," he whispered to himself. He walked across the room. He noticed to his right the kitchen
door open, showing a chilling room of chaos and horror. Pans and dishes were strewn and broken across
the room, and bags of flour, baking soda, and suger were flung about. He walked across toward the
broken door at the back of the living room. His thigh bumped against the table next to an overturned
rocking chair. On it was a journal. He looked at the last entry.

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           August 26th, 2000     
           Man, I am stoked. Tomarrow I get to go huntin' these woods for all sorts of animals. Everything is
working out         Whoa, just got back from blowing the guts out of some stupid squirril to kingdom come!!
Man, I love the result when a shotgun blows something away. And tomarrow, I'm goona take my M14 and
do it again. I got all my gear packed up in my truck. Just got to get up early in the morning, and be
Thought I heard something at the window. Anyway, I am already to go. I plan to bag me a             nice big
bear tomarrow. I keep hearing things outside. Probably just the wind knocking off pine cones. I hope to get
a mountain lion, their hides sell exceptionally well in         .Things are really beginning to act weird now. I just
heard a large thud outside. I think I will go check it out. Never know what sort of mischief might be happening
out here in the wo


--Michael Fitzpatrick