Brian was driving up the Richardson Highway toward Delta Junction in the dead of winter to help a friend fix a broken snow machine track. Along the long, snowy route, he noticed a strange black dot far out on the tundra, initially writing it off as an out-of-season black bear. The next morning, while driving back south, a sudden wave of severe, unexplained nausea forced him to pull his truck over near the river. While stopped, he spotted another dark figure moving swiftly across the distant, snowy marsh.
Believing he might be seeing the same bear from the day before, Brian strapped on his snowshoes, grabbed his 9mm pistol, and trekked out into the waist-deep snow to investigate. After a grueling half-hour hike, he found massive tracks spaced unnaturally far apart. Suddenly, that same severe, dizzying nausea washed over him again. Looking up toward the tree line just 75 feet away, Brian spotted a massive, pitch-black figure swaying back and forth behind the spruce trees, staring directly at him.
Overcome with primal fear, Brian fired warning shots into the air and began desperately lunging back through his broken trail. Glancing over his shoulder, he was horrified to see the creature had silently closed the distance and was now running across the snow just 20 yards behind him. Dropping to his knees, he wildly fired almost his entire magazine toward the tree line before scrambling further toward the highway. When he finally stopped to catch his breath, he spotted the towering figure standing dead center in his snowshoe tracks. A sudden, piercing scream echoing from the original tree line revealed he was dealing with more than one entity, prompting Brian to sprint the rest of the way to his truck and speed back to the safety of Delta Junction.
