So I'm assuming you all wanna hear a story eh? Well here it is. This is supposed to be kind of a CreepyPasta-esque story. Day 1 New House: Pretty good I just moved to Utah from Florida, a nice little quiet town a bit down by Moab. Really awesome, it's really rustic too! Well that's nice I wonder why it wasn't taken yet? It didn't seem to new. Well I have heard some rumors about the area. I'm an Archeologist coming to study the petroglyphs found here. Well time to hunker down, and get some sleep. Day 2 The Caves: Well I started the long ascent up the canyon walls today. I found a group of caves rather fast. I'm assuming it's a pack of Mountain Lions den. Well I didn't have any luck finding the glyphs. I also socialized with some neighbors. There is a nice family of four and a few young couples. The family told me they had lost their first son in the canyons. He went out near the area I'm studying and never came back. Spooky stories seem to be a big part of this town. I'm going to head out again around one PM hopefully get out before dark. Eight Forty Seven PM: I didn't get out on time. The cold and dark came in on me like a boulder. I think I remember something about a Paiute legend about "The Great Devourer". Who would steal the skins of wanderers in the canyon and consume their flesh. Chilling yet hopefully just a myth. I'm seeing a smaller figure out in the distance. It's the girl from the family I talked to earlier. She asks why I'm out here. I say I didn't get back in time. Then I ask her why she's out here. She suddenly starts breathing rapidly and runs past me. I take a mental note not to get near her again. I work my way out the canyon the way she came. I did find my house completely safe. Day 4 The Great Devourer: I picked up the paper on my driveway that morning. I went off into the kitchen to grab some toaster waffles. When I look at the front page I almost ruin my pants. It was the girl I could see. Except horribly mutilated and torn apart. Her entire middle seemed to be roughly cut open in the middle. She had her entrails spewing out in a pool of blood. her eyes were empty sockets. Most gruesome was the bulge in her throat. Her throat seemed to be almost bursting at the seams. I went inside, and barfed. I asked any of the other neighbors if the got the same paper. They said no. I saw the family had a big for sell sign, and also a sold on the top of it. I took a closer look at the paper. I say she was in the canyon I was in, and to my surprise she was in an undiscovered petroglyph cave! I rushed out to the area where I thought she was. Sure enough the cave was there, the body disposed of, hopefully properly. I studied the carvings profusely for about two minutes. They were regular tales of good harvest and sad ends. I stopped suddenly when I came across a story of a little girl who had been mutilated by " The Great Devourer" I felt a chill and eery similarity to the girl who had been killed last night. I turned to head back. I was stopped in my tracks by a hulking grey one eyed beast. I am now up to present time He reaches frodjnvjue,mxlfjkha./1 [This eJournal was found on the floor of Neegro Bill canyon. The dates can be tracked to twelve years ago. His body was mutilated in the same way as that of Jane, the child referenced in the text.]