Last page in a blood covered journal found in Alaska.

The cold, tugging sensation caused by hairs rising on the back of your neck is what accompanies me now. The beast is always watching me now, though its eyes are empty voids and bereft of life I can feel it staring at me; through me. I encountered it during a freak snowstorm just today. My dog ran towards the large dark figure standing in the forceful wind and snow. It was all the fault of that damned dog!

He was as good a companion as any man could want, but that day when the snow came harder and wetter and colder than even death could comprehend, the dog lost his mind. He took off, sprinting in full speed through the snow, I yelled to him but the push of wind shoved my voice back into my throat and froze my neck solid. My eyes began to tear up from the harsh weather but through the water building up in my eyes I could see it; black and massive, lumbering towards me. I was unable to move a muscle in my body. The dog's barking broke my trance and what I witnessed next chills me to the bone. The creature rose up, like a bear standing on it's hind legs to become more intimidating, it swung a gigantic arm at the dog, causing a blood-curdling yelp to emit from the dog.

I had fallen backwards from fear for my life. The beast lowered to all fours again and began to slowly back up, I could feel it staring at me as it did. My heart jumped into my throat and back down again when I realized that the creature was gone, vanished in the white frenzy that blew around me. The snow stopped then, as quick as it began. My legs were shaky as I slowly rose to my feet, I stared forward, waiting to see it again, but it didn't appear. I looked down and saw the dog's blood on the snow. I must've searched for an hour and I couldn't find the dog.

My entire being wanted to be back with the dirt than to spend another second in that frozen hell. I began to retrace my steps to find refuge in the last shack I slept in, but my foots steps were gone, the damned blizzard filled them. The rat didn't escape the cat to find refuge, the rat escaped one discomfort to discover that he was now trapped in the home of a hawk. 

Out of the corners of my eyes I swear I see him watching me. My eyes feel as though they're beginning to freeze solid and I can't tell what im' writing anymore. I think I can see lt, lumbering closer.