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The Rubbernecker


Introductory Note: All three witnesses reported the classic symptoms of acute cerebral oxygen starvation (characteristic of near-death experiences) during their supposed encounter, which indicates that their sensory systems were highly compromised and also that their memories may not be reliable. Any tactile, aural, or visual descriptions rendered are assumed to be heavily hallucinatory in nature.
  • Witness Report 1 – “Hugh”: Hugh reports that his car was flipped into a ditch by a high-speed hit-and-run collision. The incident occurred at 3:00 a.m. near [LOCATION REDACTED], a highly rural area, so Hugh’s wrecked car was well-hidden by the dark and by its position beside the road. Hugh and the other two witnesses (“Sarah” and “Jason”, who were the passengers in his car) all suffered critical, life-threatening injury from the first and subsequent impacts. Physically incapacitated but awake, Hugh reports calling aloud for help for approximately forty-five minutes, at which point a humanoid entity emerged from the nearby forest and began to inspect the crash. Hugh describes the entity as being a fleshy, bizarre creature which most prominently seemed to feature a paedomorphic (i.e. grossly under-developed) nose and mouth. Hugh claims that the thing saved all three of the crash victims from dying by administering medicine via hypodermic injection. Hugh rendered the above sketch [REDACTED] at our request (having thankfully not injured his hand in the incident).
  • Witness Report 2 – “Sarah”: Sarah claims that the illustration rendered by Hugh is a reasonable (if crude) facsimile of the entity which arrived at the crash site. She reports being unconscious until the entity arrived, at which point a “barely audible, but very deep hum” roused her. She describes the sound as coming directly from the entity, and says that its frequency made her dyspeptic and frightened. Sarah does not remember being injected with anything, but did report feeling inexplicably stronger and more lucid (despite being still pinned and badly bleeding inside the car) shortly after the thing arrived.
  • Witness Report 3 – “Jason”: Jason reports that he was unconscious from the moment of the crash until the next day (when he awoke in the hospital). He had nothing of importance to add to either Sarah or Hugh’s accounts. However, it should be mentioned that Jason reacted with intense revulsion to Hugh’s drawing upon seeing it for the first time, afterward refusing to engage with interviewers and later demanding (despite a serious head injury) to be released from intensive care.
Closing Note: Entity is possibly a transient or homeless individual who wandered onto the scene of the crash. In this case, his unsettling appearance and strange interactions with the witnesses can be explained by his own disorientation, drug use, or mental illness. It has still not been adequately understood, however, how all three managed to survive the magnitude of injury which they suffered in the crash. Paramedics estimate that the victims were trapped for a total of four hours before another motorist reported the wreck.

Post-Investigatory Addendum: All three witnesses since this report have been treated for the aggressive development of brain lesions – damage which the doctors suspect in this case to have been caused by exposure to neurotoxic chemicals. Medical estimates trace the original onset of the lesions to around the time of the accident. Doctors still have not identified what substance was allegedly injected into the three witnesses by the entity, but were able to confirm a keloidal pattern (indicative of a caustic subcutaneous injection site) on Hugh’s left shoulder.


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