- A few words clumsily written on a scrap of paper.
| Observation: Day Three
I decided to stand my ground and remain in the cemetery after dusk. In fact, night has fallen, I believe it is very late. I curse the cold but am kept warm inside by the hope of finally observing the beast up close. Oh, will my detractors ever envy me! Perhaps I can gather some samples — a fallen hair or a drop of the beast's saliva. My this is exciting... I may gain so much hitherto hidden knowledge!
I see it!! It is so close I cou--