Day 3, Dusk

I can barely write, the shock of what just occured has literally shaken me. I do not know if I have truly gone insane, but the fear of insanity is not nearly as strong as my fear that this is reality. I shall start from the beginning.

After last night's entry, I began to make camp. I had a fire going so I felt some rest might serve me well,

As I began to drift off, I heard rummaging in the woods. At first I thought it was that filthy pig, who had come for round two. I would prove wrong.

The noise noise continued and I went to investigate. When I veered into the darkness, I found two bright red eyes staring at me.

Even then, I knew those eyes belonged to no man. My mind couldn't comprehend what my eyes were witnessing. In the midst of the pitch black forest, the two develish eyes appeared to be glowing in midair.

I must admit: Though I may be a stocky and often fearless man, things unknown can chill a man to his core.

Despite my fears, I knew I must confront my visitor. I grabbed a healthy branch from the fire to create a torch. With the light in hand I loomed closer to the motionless eyes. What I found was a gruesome spectacle indeed.

The eyes belong to an awful abomination. Some kind of spider beast. The arachnid stood up to my knees, and was no smaller than a dog. The entire cretaure was coated in a dark fur. The only thing bare was the eight rough black legs pertuding from it's thorax. The head was a host to two dozen red blinking eyes. These formed the red glares that had been watching me. The worst was the two slimy talons that served as the spider's pincers. They moved spastically in my direction.

The spider let a out a harsh screech. In an instant, the monster launched towards me. I had no time to react.

Overcomed by the force of the spider, I was tackled to the forest floor. The spider had me pinned by it numerous legs, and I struggled to get out of it's grasp. The spider's pincer clawed at my face while my thrashing barely fought him off. It's bright red eyes were not but a a few inches from my own.

I managed to gain some leverage and pulled myself to my feet. With enough force I was able to rip the spider away from my person. Having seized the horor, the legs spazzed against my hold on their host. It continued to fight but I managed to heave the creature into my fire.

The spider shrilled in agaony and writhed in the hot coals. Falling out of the fire, the monster caught it's footing and scurried away from the fire pit.

Engulfed in the flames, the spider made another lunge for me.

I expected such an attack and raised my torch as a means to defend myself.

He jumped high and true, and with terrific speed. But I was ready this time. Just as he landed, I used his momentum to catch him through the burning end of the torch, impaling the spider. In the furiosity of the moment, I held the skewed beast and raised him to heavens in triumph. I then thrusted the dying spider into the fire. The thing shrilled and kicked but I stood true untill all signs of life of the creaure had ceased.

Expecting more the hellsih spiders, I realed in preperation. I stood, panting, covered in the blood and puss of the creature. I have no idea how long I just stood staring, spying the darkness for movement of the next intruder.

The forest remained still.

By Gods!, the old folks were right! Make no mistake, I know that I am sane. Hours later as I am writing this I can still see the defated spider, cremating in the fire. The smell is atrocious.

I can feel the other demons in these hills, watching me.

Please Gods, have mercy. I remain lost in this devil's dominion.