I'd been seeing these stories on the news lately, about people's decapitated, eviscerated corpses found under mounds of snow by hikers. I started getting a little worried about these deaths, sometimes paranoid, that it would be me next... But after a while I started getting worse, on the brink of insanity, that I would join the others who had been killed. I managed to get some sense into me, that this must be a hoax, due to the amount of deaths, so I told myself that I would go up the mountain to go prove everyone wrong. Oh how wrong I was...
The next day I packed my things, including a big bowie knife to protect myself with, just in case the stories were true, as I picked it up, I laughed at how stupid I was to take it, but a part of me said "you might need it", so I took it with me anyway. I waited 'till dawn to start up the mountain, but then there was a terrible avalanche, so I waited for a week until it was safe to start my climb. All that week I felt anxious, so I started cutting myself to relieve the stress.
Finally after a month of waiting, I left my house and made my way to the foot of the mountain, I looked up and realized what a trek I had ahead of me.
1 Day Later.
Well, here I am, on this damned mountain. Finally... I was probably being stupid, there is absolutely NOTHING on this stupid mountain. I came up here for nothing. Wait, either I'm going mad or I just saw... a, a wolf? Oh no.
2 Days Later.
Oh god, those things, they're real, those people are dead, all of them, eaten, oh lord help me... I went further up the mountain, and camped out, in the middle of the night these people came to me, crying and asking for help.
I woke up this morning and they were all dead, piled up and...EATEN! I was almost sick, but I knew that the monsters were near, and the noise and smell would attract them. Oh yes, these monsters, they are like wolves, with bloodshot red eyes, and big, strong legs with massive claws. Oh god help me, there's one over there.
1 Hour Later.
I just barely escaped one of them, it's getting closer, the soft crunch of snow getting louder. Well, before I die, I'm just going to record whats happening, just because, well I want to prove that I was here really. It's below me now, I'm in a tree near the middle area of the mountain.
10 Minutes Later.
Been up this tree for a while, I found my knife in my pocket, and well, I know I'm going to get my guts eaten, but I might as well go down with a fight.
<<This was found by the (location classified) police force. The owner of this journal was found dead, decapitated below the tree this journal was found in. The mountain is now on lockdown by the (location classified) army & police force.>>