ALL OF THE FOLLOWING IS 100% TRUE, I'M NOT EVEN JOKING. I HAVE PICTURW PROOF. I'M ECSTATIC AND FREAKING OUT AT THE SAME TIME.

ALSO IF YOU ARE HIGHLY SENSITIVE TO GORE, PLEASE SKIP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT. THE DESCRIPTIONS ARE ACCOMPANIED BY PICTURES. THERE IS NO BLOOD. MAYBE STAINS OF IT. BUT THERE IS BONE, BRAINS, FUR, AND SKIN.

ALSO IT'S A LITTLE BIT BORING, BASICALLY ME FINDING CORPSES. ;D

One hour ago...

An0n left her house, her parents yelling at her to go enjoy the sunshine. She huffed and marched off towards the direction of the woods, her phone thumping her side in her jacket pocket. She had decided to go and take some pictures, and see what she could do with the online fire filter she found. With luck, she'd find a flying bird and get a picture of that, making it look like a Phoenix. 

She had no idea what was in store for her. 

1st person POV

I look at the woods, sweating under the spring sunshine. I had gotten used to the cold Michigan temperatures, and I wasn't ready for heat quite yet. I had made up my mind to cross the Barrier. You see, where my yard ends, there is a nearly impassable fallen forest of trees. I had never known what knocked them down, but almost all of the trees were at a strange angle, roots upwards, acting like a barrier of sorts. Beyond that, was a place I have never been able to go to. I longed to explore it, but it was surrounded by this barrier, and though fairly easy to get out, if was nearly impossible to go in.

Nevertheless, today I was determined to succeed.

Nothing of interest happened, just me bumbling through a hunch of trees that seemed to push against me.

And then I saw it.

Roots, weirdly reddish colored, that looked like they were piercing a blanket of moss. I grinned and snapped a pic.

They reminded me of the dragon. You see, for years I have been suspicious of...SOMETHING living in my woods. I have had way to many encounters for me to brush off the unknown as a bunny or fox. Something large and predatory was stalking the woods. At first I thought it was a bear, but I ruled that out. All of the bears nearby have been taken too the Upper Peninsula, or some reserve. Wolves was out of the question. They had unfortunately been hunted almost to extinction, and they too were usually only found in the U.P. Although I have spotted foxes, I know they aren't the culprit, for I have found carcasses of large animals like deer, something a lone fox would never be able to take down.

I had taken all of two more steps when I spotted something that made me want to hurl my nonexistant breakfast.

The first thing I saw was a pencil pouch. A PENCIL POUCH.

The next thing I registered was the two jawbones, faintly bloody at the teeth, and the scattered bits bbn of fur and gristle.

"Oh GOD." I clamped a hand over my mouth, probably to save the NK nonexistant breakfast. I blessed the fact that I was mostly nose blind when I surveyed the scene closer, snapping pictures of each gory detail.

I jumped as I noticed yet another clump of bones. I had never scene this much bones ever since the deer carcass I had found when we first moved here. This time, it was a leg. I don't simply say leg BONE, because it was actually around three, rotting tendons barely keeping the bones together. I took another picture, planning on making this a story in my art book.

I was just about ready to NOPE my way outta there when something stopped me, a memory. Last time I had found evidence like this, I had ran off, too scared to continue investigating. What's more, I had a hunch that the scene contained more than a pencil pouch and a couple of bones. I almost left, after poking the pencil pouch with a stick to make sure it was empty, when something next to the leg caught my eye. It looked almost like a horn, but when I hit it with my stick, I noticed that it was hollow.

I decided to return to my find a little later, for two chunks of white caught my eye. I maneuvered around trees, and took a look. They looked like...joints or something.

A little fragment of bone was next to them, and I found the rest of its bone nearby. Despite it being 60 degrees (Fahrenheit) outside, I couldn't repress a shiver. Cracked open, no, SPLINTERED upon a twisted root was another leg of what I had identified as a deer.

I shuddered, moving further. But there was nothing else but fur, scattered around the area and clumped. I moved back to the horn thing I found. Using a stick, I moved it until I figured out what it was.

A bird beak. Bits of brain were still collected on the sides, but the meat inside had been scooped clean. I practically turned green, thing about how I was going to pick it up with my bare hands back when I thought it was some rock or something. I wondered why these carcasses were being put HERE. There were other beaks around. I tried thinking of what could have done this. It had to be big enough to kill a deer, have sharp enough teeth to crack open bones, but still be agile enough to catch birds.

I looked around for footprints, but found next to nothing. After taking more pictures bbn of various feathers, I sighed and turned to go in. I was about to leave via an easier direction, but something stopped me. I felt the need to go back to the gory scene.

I wished there was something else, maybe more evidence. I tripped by the root claws I had seen earlier, and fell almost face first into a pile of papery stuff.

Curious, I poked it with a stick.

"Dried out fish skin...? Or...!!!!!"

I looked at it again in excitement, judging the creature that it came from to be at least the width of an arm, if not (which was likely) more.  I took a picture of the papery stuff. Or, should I say...

The snake skin.