The Entity

I moved a few miles outside of town two weeks ago into a cabin swallowed by a forest. The forest had an eerie atmosphere to it but that may have been due to it being the middle of fall.  The fog passing through gave it an ominous glow to it. It was surprisingly calm today not a creature moved. I think I should walk through it tomorrow morning since I would have a day off of work.
Gotten up at 6 in the morning, had my morning coffee while observing my Norman Rockwell collection I was ready to walk for however long it will take to reach the end of the forest. I headed out the back door into the morning breeze and headed off into a path I discovered the other day. I walked for some time seeing foxes and rabbits and all of the assorted animals you’ll see in a forest. I soon realized that the farther I walked the fewer animals I saw. Even the atmosphere became disconcerting further in.
Almost an hour in I became paranoid. I was ready to turn back for the sake of my sanity. Until stumbling upon a bag that sat half buried into the ground blending quite well with the fallen leaves that covered and surrounded it. I decided to dig the bag out and upon taking it out it had a small stench of sulphur. God, it felt like the start of a horror movie. I’ll go through it when I return back to my cabin I just need to get out of here. Feeling the atmosphere change again I decided to head back. Walking quicker than when I got here.
I returned back within forty or so minutes. I inspected the bag seeing most of it was covered in mud. I put the bag into a grocery bag so it wouldn’t make a mess all over the place. Then I removed its content and set it out onto my desk.  Most of the content were papers in separate portfolios. Other content was a binder, two books on the supernatural, and a worn pencil bag that had a voice recorder and dozens of tapes. Some are warped from the rain and mist that it had gone through.
For the next few hours I looked through the portfolios and the binder. It was owned by a girl name Elizabeth Lenay. By my observation she was obsessed over the supernatural. Different religious entities, urban legends, curses, everything! But getting deeper into her work she became obsessed with one supernatural being. She called it The Entidade, Entitdade being Gaelician for Entity.  I found it odd how she went from a hundreds of supernatural entities to just one. My mind was telling me something wasn’t right. That I shouldn’t be going through this mess but I continued.
I stopped for a few hours to distant my mind from the eeriness. But the tapes that sat out on my desk begged me to listen to them. I resisted for some time before giving in and started listening to the tapes on the voice recorder. They started out as simple voice logs that lasted from five to 15 minutes.  I had gotten through seventeen tapes before I stopped for the day but I didn’t sleep well that night. I had the constant feeling someone was watching me. Not like in the closet or window but as if it was looking straight through the walls knowing exactly where I was.
I went to work this morning and didn’t get home till 4:36 p.m. I went over the tapes again. Each tape her voice grew worried and scared.  She told more about The Entity. From telling it’s history to how it was after her. I became paranoid. Until the final tape that was left in the recorder. That tape sent chills through my body. I played it again.

“November 5th,” Elizabeth said panting as if she had been running, ”Um…it’s 10:17 p.m.  I’m hiding…from…him or whatever It is.” The tape went static for a moment when she started mumbling to herself.

She stuttered,” I-It’s here. He wants me d-dead. I know it. I can’t go anywhere I’m trapped if I move he’ll get me. I don’t know what to do…to say. I sh-shouldn’t have…Why…” she started crying.

The tape went on with her muffled crying. Until I started hearing thumps and she made a quiet gasp. “No…,” she whispered. The thumps grew and she panicked more. Then the recorder went static as soon as a low growl took over. Then an ear-piercing scream drowned out all noises. The recorder was dropped and there was the sound of struggle. Then snap!  Everything went quiet. Then more cracks and snaps as if her bones were toothpicks. I grew sick nearly throwing up over the sound of it. I stopped the tape and sat there. Thoughts and questions ran through my head.
I went to bed a few hours later.  But I don’t know what the point was. I couldn’t sleep. That tape took a part of my sanity. No, everything was taking my sanity.  Every time I was close to sleeping something, just something woke me up. And I still had the same feeling. The feeling someone is watching me through my walls.
Days passed and my sanity has depleted.  I’ve look up everything on The Entidade but everything told I already knew. I can feel it watching me.  It wants me dead. I don’t know why but it does. Why did I find the bag? Why did I go into the forest? Why? I started panicking. Heart racing, breathe shortened, my mind in knots.
It was 10:15 p.m. when I suddenly heard a crash, movement, then thumping. Oh, no he’s here. I decided to hide behind my desk as the steps continued down the hall. Then it stopped at the door and grunted. He knows; he always knows. He waits till there’s no sanity left of its victim then he attacks.
The door opened.  The footsteps became louder as it got closer to the desk. The world must have stopped because everything grew quiet. Then something grabbed my neck from around the desk and lifted me as I yelled out. I kicked air in effort to escape but it was too strong. It had a horrifying decaying face, yellow eyes, and distorted horns. It growl and reached for my face with its broken claws. These will be the last things I’d see. Why did I do this to myself?

I cann-