More proxies out lurking in the desert again. Pretty sure the one who was crashing in the shack has just been loitering around.
Found a body out on the premises. It was a police man who'd been shot through the head with his own gun, and then after the fact had his heart dug out of his chest. From the look of it, no knife marks on the body, instead looks more like a wild animal dug it out with its claws and ran off with it.
When I was ten I was home alone, and I woke up and saw a tall man standing in my room. I got up and ran outside, locking the door and putting a few chairs between it and me. There was about a mile of space between me and our neighbors since I lived in a pretty rural town, but I ran the whole way and rose a shit storm waking them up and using their phone to call the police. They told me they'd send a guy over to check it out. The next morning, two police men were found hung from the rafters of the attic. Internal organs were missing from each of them, including their eyes. The deaths were not painless, nor were they fast.
Survival tip I forgot to add. They can't help you, is what I learned. There is nothing you can put between you and the monster that won't get torn to pieces. The only line of defense you have is you and your mind. Those cop's lives are on me, and this cop's life is on me. They are my fucking fault.
Don't hide behind anyone. Ever.
Haven't slept in 96 hours. I want to kill a proxy.