text: It’s been a few weeks since I told the world about my experience in the school. I’ve done many things since then. I grew up, obviously, and I’ve become a horse rancher. Despite my looks, I managed to find a romantic partner too. She was beautiful in every way, and god was she smart... Anyway, it was a normal night 2 nights ago. Me and my wife sat on the porch watching our kids play, it was 8 at night but, since we were on our land and in the middle of nowhere, we weren’t disturbing anyone. We told them they had 10 minutes before they had to take a shower, and 9 minutes later they said they wanted to take a family picture because the stars looked pretty and they thought it would be a good background. I knew this wasn’t true, they weren’t slick, they knew their mom was a photo perfectionist and they would be out for another 10 minutes at the least. But after the first photo, her eyes went wide, she yelled at us to get inside, I thought she just realized what they were doing but she seemed very distressed for something as small as that. The kids went to brush their teeth and she grabbed me by the shoulder before I could follow them. “There’s something out there” “There’s a lot of things out there.” “No, something large, and most likely dangerous.” “I doubt that. The property is fenced in, you know.” Then she showed me the photo she took... And she was right, there was something behind us, all you could see was the glare of its eyes from the camera flash. I told her it was probably a bear but we both knew I didn’t think that, it was too big, and the glare of the eyes were *red*. I propped up a chair against the door, I didn’t think it would do too much against something as large as the thing in the picture. We managed to get the kids to sleep before they realized something was wrong, then we went down to the kitchen and looked at the picture again. Then *we heard it.* I grabbed our shotgun, although I had never shot at something in self defense before, had my wife be ready to open and close the door real quick, and calmed my nerves. I told her to open the door, she opened and I shot 5 times. She closed it after I stopped and immediately put the chair back. I knew I had hit it at least once or twice. I looked out the window, thinking it would be lying there, dying. But it was gone, and then I made the mistake of turning the exterior flood lights on. 8 of them, whatever they were, right outside my house. I looked for about 4 seconds before turning the lights off and slamming the curtains shut. These things weren’t animals that I had ever seen, but they closely resembled wolves, but even larger. They had dark gray fur with a black mane and snow white paws, cute. They were at least 10 feet long, but then there was the head, oh god, the head. They seemed like they were smiling almost, the corners of their mouth reaching back to their ears, teeth and bare jaws showing the entire way. I made a mistake. I alerted them, they were all going to attack now. I sprinted to the garage to get boards, to cover the windows and doors. I covered the downstairs first, and then the upstairs. I thought that if I could barricade them out, we could wait till help arrived. I called 911 once I had finished boarding up all the windows and doors, but there wasn’t any service. The water also cut, so we couldn’t wait it out forever now. Things were quiet for a good while, and then the crying started. Not the kids, but the creatures. It wasn’t crying like a dog, but like a human, it got louder and louder, eventually turning to a wail. By the time it stopped getting louder, it was a sound that wasn’t describable in one word. It sent chills down my spine and made my blood curdle, the kids were awake now. They had been for a while, ever since I shot that gun. And they were terrified, everyone was. The howling stopped, but silence didn’t come either. Scratching, the entire house was filled with the sound of scratching at the windows and doors. All of us went silent to try to find where they were scratching at so we could move away. But it seemed equally loud everywhere we went. So we just took shelter in the middle of the second floor. I had an idea, maybe, just maybe if we were fast enough we could run to the truck and peel out of there. I whispered the idea to my wife, she didn’t like it but agreed it was our best chance. It was 11PM by now, we didn’t know how fast they were, but we agreed that it was better than sitting here and waiting to die. I peeked out the curtain near the front door despite my best judgment. There was a small crack in between the boards I put up, but it was large enough to see there were no creatures on the porch. We ran right behind the kids, the kids had gotten in the truck. I had gotten in the driver’s seat. But by the time my wife was running around the front *it was too late*... The creatures were here, she got swept up by one of them right after she screamed at me to drive away with the kids. I knew I couldn’t do anything, I put the pedal to the metal and shot down the small driveway that led to the highway. They were howling again, but it started as that impossibly loud wailing that we had heard before, and it was getting louder. I looked in the rearview to see the monsters right behind me. I didn’t get to see their eyes at the house, but the eyes were the worst, they were dark mahogany eyes, with bright white pupils, I could never forget them. It’s almost as if they burned into your soul when you see them. I was almost to the main road, I had been driving for what felt like years away from these things. Then the howling stopped and something else began. A calling, for help. *“Jeremy! Help! PLEASE, Jeremy!”* An extremely scratchy voice and inhumanly loud. It almost sounded like my wife, but just a little off. *It* had eaten my wife though. And then I realized the horrible truth, *it was using my wife’s voice*. I got to the main road, and beelined to the city. I didn’t stop speeding until I saw another vehicle and the sound had completely stopped. Once we were in the city, I drove to my Mom’s house, and tried to tell her what happened. The kids were too shocked to even cry about their mother’s death. I couldn’t form a full sentence without having to take a breath because of the hyperventilation I had been experiencing. The next morning, the kids had slept very little, at least they had slept. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the horrible calls of the monster, using my wife’s voice to lure me back to the evil thing. The burning eyes, the never ending smile that they always held, it was all fresh in my mind. My mom called the cops, and they investigated the property. *Nothing was found*. I don’t mean evidence of the creatures, or my wife getting ripped apart. But anything at all. According to their reports, the road was overgrown with brush and other plant life. When they finally got to where the house should’ve been, they found a pile of rotting wood and nothing else. No tire marks, no pawprints, no anything. It was like the property had been launched 100 years in the future and no one went there in that time. If anyone remembers attending a party or something of the lines at 71098 Lakes Drive, please. Tell me. No one seems to remember being at that house except for me and my kids, even my mom says I never lived in the country and have always lived with her. No one will listen, no matter what I say to them. I wrote this record just in case I don’t get to verbally retell this story. Why wouldn’t I be able to verbally tell the story again? You ask. *Because I can hear them again.