Today I went to see a friend of mine that could help me identify the creature that I saw in the woods. His name is John Preston and he works at a nearby college and teaches his students about parapsychology. You are probably wondering what that long word means, well it's essentially the study of the paranormal and other unknown phenomenons. Many of his peers call him a fraud as they believe that his evidence is fake, but I know that this is false. I’m the one that gives him the evidence.

When I arrived at John's cluttered office I described the monster to him and he told me that it was probably a Wendigo. He explained that a Wendigo is a creature that occupies the woods and lives off of human flesh. He was surprised that I survived this encounter nodding to my injured shoulder. He then went on a long tangent about how much danger I was in and that I could have been killed. To silence him I raised a plastic bag that I had in my pocket. This bag contained a tooth that I stole from the creature before I left the woods. I consider it payment for the injuries that it caused to me and Jacob. John put on his glasses and motion for me to bring the bag closer. I placed in on his desk and he examined the canine. “Amazing!” he muttered looking over the yellow tooth closely. I nodded and headed out.

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My relationship with John is comfortable to say the least. I give him evidence that he needs to do his job and he gives me information that I need to do mine. I have been working with him for about two years. What I like about John is that he always has something interesting to say and he never seems to be bothered by the silence that I carry. I notice that most people use small talk to cover the quiet. I rather have silence than some boring conversation about how your day was.