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Dear Jurnal,

Well, once again I am in the hospital. The bed's lumpy, and the food is terrible, but at least I'm alive.

It all started about a week ago. I was in my office, sketching, when Scully walked into the room. "Scully, what's up?" I asked.

"Mulder, I think you better take a look at this." Scully said. She then handed me a file which told of the murder of five campers in the woods of the small town of Oogabooga. The one camper who survived said that the mysterious, supposedly mythical creature called Tawaba had killed her fellow campers.

"Scully, I've studied Tawaba sightings before. It's supposed to be a vicious unidentified species." I said. "Mulder, are you trying to tell me you actually believe this Tawaba nonsense? A vicious crime was commited here, but it was not by some bigfoot creature." Scully said.

"Scully, I think this may be the real deal. What if Tawaba really does exist? Think of how amazing that would be." I said.

Then I got up and got my file on Tawaba. The file contained tales of teenagers nearly escaping the beast. "Look, at this, Scully." I said.

Scully sat down and looked over the file for a few minutes. Then she said, "Mulder, if this isn't complete crap, I'll marry the Flukeman."

"Ooh, my. I wouldn't say things like that, Scully. Afterall, the Flukeman is stranger than Tawaba, and if Flukey can exist, well...you may want to start looking for a white gown." I said. Scully sighed and shook her head. "I'll be waiting upstairs when you're ready to go." she said, and left the room.

As I walked out of my office, I started to ponder my research on Tawaba. It was supposedly a large, hairy, carnivorous creature, which stood upright. "Sure," I thought to myself, "the townfolk exploit the legend to get tourists, but that doesn't mean Tawaba doesn't exist. There have been alot of sightings, strange mutilations, even footprints. Scully's wrong, and I'm right. Tawaba IS real." I felt a little down about it, I wasn't sure if Tawaba was really real.

I got upstairs and Scully glanced at me as she sipped her coffee. "Ready?" she asked. "Let's hit the road." I said. So we headed to the small town of Oogabooga, to investigate.

The car drive over was pleasent enough, and when we arrived it was still daylight. We immediately went to question the survivor of the camping fiasco, Trisha Herbwell.

"Trisha, what exactly happened that night?" Scully asked the girl. Herbwell was shakey and upset as she told us her story. According to her, she and some friends had been camping in one of the town's forests, just laughing and singing around the campfire, when they heard some rustling in the bushes. Before they new it, a huge, horrible creature attacked them. It was so swift and strong that it managed to kill all five of Herbwell's companions, yet, Trisha somehow escaped.

When we left the girl's house, we sat down on a bench to discuss the case. Scully didn't buy Herbwell's story. "I don't buy it, Mulder." she said. "But why would she lie, Scully?" I asked. "Hasn't it occured to you that SHE may be the one responsible for their deaths?" Sculy asked. "But why would she kill her friends? And how?" I asked. "I don't know, but there are alot of psychos out there, Mulder. Although, it doesn't make sense that she would be able to slash them all to death on her own, so it seems she hired people to kill them." Scully said. "Scully, that doesn't seem very plausable. I mean..." I started, but Scully cut me off. "Implausable? Mulder, the idea of a killer bigfoot is a hell of alot less plausable than a psycho kid who hired hitmen..."

Scully continued to rant about what was plausable, seeming a bit irritated by me, as she sometimes does. I don't mind, although I have been a little nervous around her when she gets like that, ever since she blew a hole in my shoulder that time.

We went to our hotel, and ordered some Chinese food. We each got a fortune cookie, and I remember distinctly what they read. Her's was "You are a special and intellegent person." Ha, some fortune. Mine, on the other hand, was a bit more interesting. It read, "You will be harmed soon."

Our plan was to stay at the hotel that night, then tomorrow go and question Trisha Herbwell's schoolmates to try to find out if she was unstable. I, however, couldn't stop thinking about Tawaba, and early the next morning, while Scully was asleep in her bed, I drove to the forest where the murders had took place. I left my cell phone at the hotel so Scully couldn't call me. I was going to find Tawaba.

I trekked through the sunlit greeness for several hours, but found nothing. I was starting to get hot and tired. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. It was very peaceful for that moment. And then suddenly, I heard a twig snap. My eyes popped open and I immediately pulled my gun. There was rustling in the bushes in front of me, and then...I saw...IT.

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Tawaba! I was freaked out of my mind, but also joyfull. Tawaba was real. I kept my gun aimed squarly on it's face, when it suddenly started to back up into the trees. I couldn't see it then, but I heard noises around me. Suddenly, a big hunk of wood flew out from behind the trees. I shot at it, not realizing that it was a diversion so that Tawaba could jump me, which the creature then did. With one hard thump of my head to the forest floor(that hurt), it knocked me unconscious.