To Whom It Might Concern,
I know not who reads this passage now, nor if this passage will ever be read by eyes not of my own head, as I write it with the intention of burning it when the moon finally rises and brings this trial to its last night… if that last night ever comes.
I have lived in this forest for as long as I can remember and studied it diligently as a student of combat would the way of the blade. The wolves had long been my main concern, the gray-pelted dogs with the blood red eyes and the larger, more fearsome beasts which come out when the moon is full, when the moon is empty. I have sought to understand why the dire hounds summoned by the light and darkness of the moon are so much larger, faster, stronger, smarter than the grays, and I have come upon many findings, arrived at some solid conclusions… but the wolves are not what this book shall be about.
There seems to be a disturbance in the wood, a new presence which threatens to throw off the natural balance. I first heard them in the night, roused from sleep by their shrill yowls and hollers. It sounded like a tribe of savage ‘mans and I dared not leave the cabin to investigate, for I know as well as any how dangerous the uncivilized can be. I merely closed my eyes and plugged my ears with my pillow, partially believing I was caught in a waking dream, that I did not truly hear what my ears were telling me… but the noises only grew louder.
As I often will when I cannot find my own way into slumber, I rose from bed and loaded my pipe, smoked with caution in little pulls. The drowsiness came instantly over me, and I returned to sleep quickly despite the increasing cacophony outside. Later on – how much later I could not know, for the veil of sleep was draped heavily over my mind – the noise was all around me again, though in a much more serious way. There was pounding on the walls, pounding on the doors, screams and hollers and all sorts of foul ruckus. I was petrified, I did not know what to do – one or two savage ‘mans I could dispatch easily with a swing of my sword, the divine ones know I’ve done as much before, but there were many more than one or two that night. There seemed to be dozens, mayhap even a hundred… but my cabin is sturdy, my door tightly locked, and I knew in my heart I was safe. So I rose from bed and crawled across the floor to peer out the keyhole. And I saw them.
There is no delicate way to describe the figures dancing violently upon the dirt of my clearing on that windy night. They had the shape of ‘man about them, but they were vastly larger than any ‘man I’ve ever shared an encounter with. They were burly, muscular, covered in fur from head to feet though what color I could not discern, for the moon was still waxing towards the Halla and had a long way to go, but what I could see was their teeth. Massive spikes of ivory glowing in the faded moonlight, glowing like their terrible eyes. They were ape’mans, massive primates without tails which walked on two legs like humans and ached to be inside my cabin, though for what reason I could not surmise.
Having seen more than enough I returned to bed and tried my best to allow the smoking herb to take me, which it did. When I woke the next morning the noises had passed, and when I stepped outside to investigate what may have been left, the clearing was swept clean by the wind, which was still blowing and blowing on. At first I believed it all to be a dream, a simple delusion of terror brought about by my indulgence in the herb, but I have lived in this wood for a great long time. My first night here was long ago; I know the difference between a vision and reality, and what I saw that night was no hallucination… but mayhap it would not happen again. Mayhap they were simply roaming the land and found my cabin and hoped for easy shelter, and when they could not enter, they simply moved on.
At least, that’s what I thought at first.
That night was two moons ago, and today I heard them again. I was at the waterfalls filling some jars near sunset when I heard the savage noises. The hollers and yowls drenched by wild splashing; I have never ventured to the top of the falls but I suspect a great body of water to lie there, one fed my many streams. A lake, or a spring perhaps; regardless, the ape’mans were up there, splashing about in the source of my drinking water, and I dumped the jars I had filled. I had no wish to drink soiled water, nor did I wish to stay and listen to them bathe.
I have come to the conclusion that my forest has been invaded by a terrible band of interlopers, a tribe of ape’mans who wish for nothing more than to take for themselves, to bring violence upon whatever stands in their path. I am not only a researcher but the shaman of this wood, and so it is my duty to study them as I do the wolves. I shall keep this book hidden safely beneath the floor in case my investigation into this queer subject , into the life of these strange cryptids proves to be my undoing, in hopes that this ape’man log and the research I shall conduct and record within is found even if my cabin is razed, burned, or otherwise. I shall write in this book daily until it is full, or until the ape’mans have moved on. Or mayhap until I can write no more… whichever comes first. Only time shall tell.
To whom it might concern, if you found this book beneath the boards of my cabin, take heed to my warning: there is a disturbance in the wood, and you may not be safe where you stand. Take what supplies from my cache you can carry and leave at once, and do not summit the waterfall. The ape’mans are real and I suspect they are dangerous… but time shall tell if I am right. Mayhap none will find this book, maybe these words shall never be read… but if they are… may the divine ones help us all.
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