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TRANSMISSION FRAGMENT, origin unknown, November 12th, 1970.
Some... thing got Anton, Rachel, and Leo yesterday. Now it's only Patrick and I who are left. It's like a sphere of agony that chases you wherever you flee and there's no way to escape it.
I don't know where it came from. It's pulled to their rituals or coming for them or they baited it, I swear. They can't control it, it's something unleashed. Like a wild animal. Tracking you. Hunting you down. Unfazed by the trees or the hills or anything else you try to put between it and you. It doesn't move like a living being, but you know how these things are. This one has the sort of mindless semi-intelligence of a predator. Like an alligator, or something, it just goes straight for the kill. All it knows how to do is to try to consume. To eat.
And the number of those killed now. Eaten. Six? I won't be a number. I'm a free man. We'll escape this thing yet.