《The Personal Records of Thomas Calgary》


 October 4th,

    It is a cold night, like all the others as of late. The moon is low in the sky. After all this time I still haven¡¯t gotten used to being here. Utah, the Beehive state. The place where my next lead is, supposedly. A man claiming to know all about Werewolves contacted me and said to meet him in a town called Saint George. Quite a difference compared to Missouri. 120 degree summers and Autumn time is much less populated with weird insects.


    I am staying in a campsite west of a town called ¡®Hurricane¡¯. The locals pronounce it ¡° Herr-ick-kin¡±. Quite friendly people, thought maybe a little too religiously involved. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Days Saints¡¯ is apparently the dominating religious institution here. ¡®Mormons¡¯ as they are commonly called, started their church in the state of Illinois, I believe, and then after some in-fighting moved to Northern Utah, and founded the city of Salt Lake. Mormons really like their histories I have gathered.The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    The man I am supposed to meet wants to meet me tomorrow, at Bishop''s Diner. So, unless anything else interesting happens, I suppose I¡¯ll leave this here for now.

 October 5th

    So, I guess this lead was a bust. The man I met with sounded interesting. We met at Bishop¡¯s Diner at 1 o¡¯clock. A portly man, with greying hair. He wore a grey shirt and khaki shorts. He was a bit dirty, and unkempt, which I found a bit unsightly. His name is Darren, or so he says. He hesitated when introducing himself, which makes me think he was coming up with the name right there on the spot. We talked for a while, about my trip, and he seemed particularly fascinated about what my life was like back home. I, of course, lied and said I was from Yorkshire, as my accent is hard to hide. He said he had seen Downton Abbey and was curious to hear how it compared to my life. I live on an estate and make very little money compared to the Crawley family. Yes I watched the show.


    After speaking for quite some time, ¡®Darren¡¯ asked me if we could talk in a more private place. I agreed, we paid our bill, and journeyed to a new place. It was a trailer park, about 20 miles away. To the outskirts of ¡®Hurricane¡¯. After a few moments of trepidation, I proceeded to follow the man into his trailer home. I was greeted by two things. First, the smell of cigarettes and cat urine. The second, was a view of a huge wall of pictures, news articles and very obviously photoshopped images of people with wolf heads. I soon realized they were pictures of well known politicians.  I had managed to find a man, and apparently his mother, who resided in the front of the trailer, who believed that the world is run by werewolf lizardmen hybrids, and they are all wizards and devil worshipers.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    I fucking hate people sometimes.


    I left soon after and blocked the man on all accounts, as to not be dragged into his insane conspiracy theories.


    If anything else happens, I''ll let you know.


    I had a 30 minute conversation with an elderly Mormon man today, about the fact that I¡¯m unmarried is very bad. He stopped talking to me shortly after asking if I was a virgin, to which I replied ¡° of course not¡±. His face made me  feel like I was a disappointment.

 October 8th

    After my failed info grab a few days ago,I studied a lot of websites and videos.All of them seemed to contradict each other, so I couldn''t really make any headway on my research. I kept searching and turned up nothing really that notable. I got bored yesterday and so I, as a joke, searched up ¡°Can mermaids breathe through their own urine, like fish do with water¡±. That brought me to a forum page, where someone actually asked the same question. After having a good laugh at some of the responses, and the cringy arguments people were making about the topic, one response stuck out to me. ¡°Yes¡±. That was all it said. One word, like the person knew matter of fact that mermaids could for sure breathe through their own piss, in the same way fish breathe water.


    I was dumbfounded, honestly. Who was this person? So I privately messaged them asking them if they would speak about the post and they responded a few hours later. ¡°Well what do you know about mermaids, or any other kind of creature?¡± I had no idea really, but I wanted to get to know this person and see what information they could tell me. I pretended that the only thing I knew was what most people know, average fairytale stuff. This person, calling themselves Juniper, began informing me of little things here and there. Mermaids can walk, or swim. Dragons are alive and human shaped. Vampires are not cursed to walk in the shadows, and so on. Contradicting everything I have ever heard. Garlic? No effect on vampires. Silver bullets? Bullets, regardless of material, are deadly, duh. Dragon scales? Hard as any other lizard scale. They are just thicker.


    It was all really interesting. Especially about werewolves too.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    ¡®Allapician¡¯- {Al-UH-peesh-IN} The most common tribe. They comprise about half of the population, and are usually fair-haired or red haired. Ranging in colour from dirty blond to dark groupings live in the mountainous regions mostly along the western states. Oregon, through to Colorado. MOstly Great Basin and Rocky Mountain areas. Utah and Colorado supposedly have the largest amount. Other more humid and forested countries have them as well. Makes me think of England, Ireland, Scotland, Sweden and Norway maybe too. Denmark for sure. Germany and France could have some too. Other countries, I''m sure.


    Next is the ¡®SilverMane¡¯ - The second most common. They comprise about a third of the werewolf brown. Reds, browns and blondes, but nothing brighter than darker or dirty blond. The American population. They reside in colder, darker or snowy environments. Alaska, Canada,Russia too. Anywhere there is darkness or snow, being as they are apparently the brightest in colour. Ranging from White and greys to bright and platinum blond. They are apparently the most reclusive and no one really knows a lot more information than that.


    Last, and most rare is a tribe whose name I don¡¯t know. Not seen or heard from for many generations, these werewolves are theorised to be extinct. They come in all different colours, and hues. The distinct difference is that they are reported to be massive. Truly monstrous in size. The average size was apparently close to 3 metres in height, and they are very strong. The largest of all the tribes, they were seen as a threat and so were hunted down. Most stories of werewolves throughout history are false, but the ones that are true are about these werewolves.


    My mind was reeling from this new information. How could this person know so much about werewolves? Or even other mythical creatures. I really want to find out.

 October 12th

    Over the last few days, I have been talking with Juniper, and its seems that he is getting his information mixed up. He seems to have memory problems or he is just lying. For instance, Allapician werewolves are supposed to be mostly brown or red, but then he tells me they are blond. He seems genuine in what he is telling me, but is forgetful, he will sometimes tell me things more than once in a conversation.


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    The information he has provided me makes me think he may be a hunter of creatures or even on himself but until I meet him face to face, or come up with some way to find out, i''ll have to keep my theories on the back burner.


    Besides the bits of knowledge and scientific theory behind werewolves, Juniper has been a pretty good pen pal. We don¡¯t always talk about this stuff. I have to earn his trust somehow.


    ¡®til something more interesting happens.


    Thomas

 October 14th

    Sadly, since our discussion a couple days ago, Juniper has been dead silent. I haven¡¯t heard a peep from him, and none of his online friends have either. Yeah sure people have lives, and maybe he got busy, but there is still that itch in my mind telling me something could have happened to him. I am a little nervous today. Usually, Juniper answers within a few hours.


    To fill my time until I hear from him again I started googling the different werewolf tribes, as well as the different facts that Juniper told me. The majority of them did not turn up anything worthwhile. However, searching Allapician and werewolf together brought up images of werewolves with absolutely no hair, because Google tried to show Alopecia werewolves.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    This is pointless, and honestly I just want Juniper to message me.


    ¡®To the window,


    Thomas

 October 17th

    I started looking for other sources online. People,or forums, to give me any info on werewolves. I found plenty of people who wanted to talk about them, but sadly, a lot of them didn''t corroborate Juniper''s stories. Some would say that Allapician werewolves don''t exist, or they would pretend they did just to convince me but then would give me contradictory info compared to Juniper. Some were just wanting to have a sexual roleplay. I just didn¡¯t get anywhere yet again. Almost a week wasted waiting for Juniper to message me back. The read receipts even say he read the fucking thing. What a prick.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    To the Wall,


    Thomas

 October 18th

    FUCKING FINALLY!


    Juniper messaged me back today, saying he was so sorry for ghosting me. He even went as far as to send me a GIF of a bunny with a sad face, with the word sorry above its head. I was worried, and I told him to not do that shit again. He apologized profusely. He asked me if I wanted to join a Discord server with him so we could talk more freely. I was hesitant but agreed. I told him if it got weird, I would be done with him for good.He agreed and sent me the link.After a few rings he picked up, and he sounded way different than I thought he would. More bass to his pitch and slightly rough. Like Sam Elliot, almost. He said the reason he was gone was because of a fire at his mother¡¯s house. He apologized again for ghosting me but I assured him it was for a good reason so there was no reason to apologize. Family comes first, after all. We chatted for a while about what we had previously discussed, but he seemed distant. Our conversation ended quickly and I felt strange because of how he was talking.The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Maybe another time


    Thomas

 October 19th

    I was awoken to a barrage of knocking on my hotel room door. It must have been late by this point. As much as I did not want to, I peered through the peephole, and saw two gentlemen. Both of them donned the local police department uniforms. I opened the door slowly and asked them what I could do for them. They asked me if I was Thomas Calgary and if I knew a man named Albert Thornley. I said that''s my name but I don¡¯t know anyone by that name. They said that they were investigating a murder and that they had found a computer containing chats between us. I asked what chat? Did they mean Discord, and they said yes. I asked what Albert''s user name was, and they responded ¡® Juniper¡±. I froze.


    He¡¯s DEAD!? WHAT THE FUCK


    I told them that yeah me and Juniper have been talking the last few days. We met online about a week ago. The cops asked me what we talked about and I lied, saying that we discussed games and life. Made small talk and stuff. After taking a moment to wake up the rest of the way, I asked if I was a suspect. The shorter of the two stated that they wanted to ask me some more questions before they determined that and asked if I would be willing to come to the police station. I said I didn¡¯t have a car, that I took a bus to get here. They said they could give me a ride. I answered, saying I needed to dress first, and they allowed me to close the door.After dressing for the cool air outside, I stepped out and followed the two men to the vehicle. It was a nice muscle car, solid black. I thought it odd that it wasn¡¯t a police cruiser. I started feeling hesitant about going with them. I climbed into the back seat and we began driving. Sadly, as I am not from here I did not know if they were taking me to the station. Unfortunately, I found out rather quickly.Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    These men were not in fact police officers, but something else. Thugs perhaps. I am not entirely sure, but I know that they tried to get information out of me and were going to kill me. I sat there on the ground, in the middle of I don¡¯t know where. I started to suspect that they killed Juniper.I prayed for my life. Pleaded with them to let me go. I told them I didn''t know anything. They asked me again and again what Albert and I talked about. They wouldn¡¯t listen. They started easily, threatening me, slapping me, but as they grew more impatient they began getting more aggressive. Punching me, one of them pulled out a knife and cut off the tip of my left ear. It was horrendously brutal. Then something strange happened.