The Diary in the Cabin

It had been a long day at work. At the end of the day I’d head home to Uncle Joe’s cabin and go for a short hike before cracking open a beer and reading a book.

I spent twenty minutes hiking through the woods when it started to rain.

I headed back early.

I got home and was soaking wet.

“Why didn’t you wear a rain coat, Carl?” Uncle Joe asked me.

“If I knew it was going to rain, I would have,” I said.

“I’m leaving, picking up some groceries. Want anything?” uncle Joe asked.

“Pizza and beer,” I said. Uncle Joe winked and left.

I dried off. I needed a book and a beer. I found the last Budweiser in the fridge. I was out of books.

I started to search the cabin for something new.

I found nothing, but kept searching. I went to one of my uncles old drawers and opened it. I found an old journal.

I took it to a chair and cracked it open. I listened for my uncles car so I’d know when to put the journal back.

I started reading. The date was close to my birthday.

“July 1st, 1986. There’s monsters in these woods. They take the form of whatever they see. Sometimes birds or deer. But today, I saw one take the form of a hiker and wander into the city. I followed it. It approached a female human and without speaking, motioned her to follow. She did as she was instructed. Some form of hypnosis. They went back to the woods together. He touched her. She took off her cloths, he took off his. They spent the next few minutes breeding. I don’t know how the monster figured out how to do that. He motioned for her to redress, then put on his clothes and ran off into the woods at a speed I couldn’t keep up with. He never returned, and she never moved. I watched for eight days while her stomach grew. A little over a week later and she looked nine months pregnant.

She gave birth without moving, still under whatever hypnosis the monster put her under. The baby tore open her pants and crawled out. The mother closed her eyes and never woke back up.

I grabbed the baby. I needed to study these creatures. I covered its eyes until I could find a picture of a human baby to show it.

I took it back to my cabin and found a magazine with a baby picture. I showed it to the creature and it took the form of the baby.

I decided to keep it. I need to know more about these monsters.

‘I’ll call you Carl,’ I told my new baby creature.

I couldn’t wait to watch it grow up and figure out what these woods monsters are.”

I couldn’t believe it. I’m a shape shifting woods monster.

My uncle returned home with the food. I smiled as I took his form.