Evidence from FBI Case File No. 62-9224

FBI Case File No. 62-9224

Date Collected: 5/13/22

Evidence Logged By: [REDACTED]

Title: [REDACTED]

Character of Case: Highly Classified

Evidence Description: Attached is a hand written message taken from the person of Blake Lee Hunter after the events of 5/12/22. It was located in the pocket of his life vest, sealed in a plastic bag seemingly for protection. In the message, Hunter describes his motivation and reasoning for his attack on the Walter Wild Dam. Hunter also describes “parasitic worms” and their “invasion” of Riley, the town located near Walter Wild Dam. 

An autopsy was performed on Hunter revealing [REDACTED]. Further investigation will be conducted by [REDACTED] and the [REDACTED]. All further inquiries must be routed through [REDACTED].

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It’s been four months that I’ve been living with this thing inside my head. Four months of torture. Four months of questioning if anything is real, or if anything I’m doing is me or this… this thing. 

Some days are a blur, I come to in the middle of town with no idea how I ended up there. This thing can control me and force me to do whatever it wants. 

Riley is fucked. I know it. It told me. They’re already here. They’ve been here. These fucking parasitic worms! I don’t know where it came from–where they came from. But I sure as fuck know they didn’t come from Earth. An asteroid? A meteor? A fucking spaceship? It’s all so unbelievable, but here I am. 

I can hear it tunnel its way into my every thought. I can feel it moving inside me. My brain aches, under my skull is an itch that can’t be satiated. Some days I claw at my skin until it’s bleeding and sore, but nothing stops it. And then it moves more, and infests my thoughts more. There is no such thing as solitude anymore. I am tortured by this leeching alien. 

They try to blend in. Taking control of us but acting normal, trying not to make a scene. I don’t know what they want, but I know control is what they need. Riley is already infected. How badly I don’t know. But it’s infected. 

Yesterday at the bar, Trisha, the bar keep, acted strange. She forgot my sister’s name. My sister, the person she spent every single day with after school for 13 years. Her best friend. And when I asked her about it, she just looked at me and smiled. Dead eyes stared right through me, because I knew that Trisha wasn’t there. She wasn’t communicating with me, that thing was communicating with the one inside me. 

I know now what I must do. I must save Riley. Because if I don’t these things are going to spread. They are going to multiply. They are going to gain the trust of humanity by pretending to be humanity and before we know it, there will be no more free will. There will be no humanity. It will only be them. We will simply be hosts for something that we have no control over.

Walter Wild Dam looks over Riley, and it is a gargantuan the town has lived beneath since it was built in 1954. It holds back 3 trillion gallons of salt water and is the backbone of this town. And soon it is also going to be its savior. 

See, I haven’t been able to digest salt in four months. When I do, I get sick, but I have a small window of silence. No crawling. No itching. Coincidence? Fuck no. Worms and salt don’t mix. These fucking aliens invaded a planet that is covered in salt and fucking hell they are going to regret it. When that Dam comes crashing down, it’s going to flood Riley with enough salt to kill every single one of these worms living inside the town. There will be casualties, yes. But sacrifices must be made for the greater good! I cannot sit idly by as these things take over the world. No! I must act! I’d kill Riley a hundred times over if it meant saving the world. 

Tomorrow I am going to blow the dam. I am going to kill close to 15,000 people. Children. Adults. Senior Citizens. Every single one of them. They will all die. And I will not blink. I will not hesitate. I have planted bombs of my own making at the base of the Dam. Hidden in plain sight of course, fucking fitting considering how the worms act. Thanks to me being an employee at the dam, I was also able to place some inside at vital spots. These are not your typical “pressure cooker” bombs or pipe-bombs. No. Fuck that. I needed something that was going to pack a punch! It’s a simple 2 part concoction. It’s just [REDACTED]. Easy to get. Easy to make. Fucking destructive. 

I am going to watch from the top. I am going to ride this wave of destruction over Riley. I will wear my father’s life vest from his time served in the Navy. He was at war with it on so I only see it fitting that I enter battle with it too. I will see this to the very end. 

I will let these fuckers know that I saw them–that they could not hide from me. They will know who their destroyer was. They will communicate in their hive mind to those off-world. They will look at Earth and go “Oh we can’t go there, Blake Lee Hunter lives there!” I will be their boogeyman. I will haunt them as they haunted me.