From David

"Hello Cliff,

first of all im glad that youre alive and second im sorry if my english is bad beacuse im from germany . I had an experience in my childhood with a creature like the one youre calling seed eater . I was 10 years old . Near my neighborhood in the town Oberhausen was a small forest in which I played often with my friends . I remember very well on this rainy day . Me and two friends of mine went through the woods as we noticed this disgusting smell .Then one of my friends pointed on something and as is turned around i saw it too . It was as big as a grown man , long black hair and he was wearing something similar to a black coat . The Face of this thing was just like everyone else here has described it stiched togehter and only one eye but it was not white, it was red or to be more accurate pale red . My friends ran away immediately, but I stayed there and stared at it just like it was staring at me . The Creature twisted his head in a very strange way very slowly .Then I heard my friends calling me I turned to them, I heard the creature roar and then it was gone .

Later that day i told my parents about this creature but they only laughed at a child with too much imagination .

In the same night i had a dream , a nightmare or was it real ? I dont know. It was dark and I was lying in my bed when i heard a strange but familiar sound. So I opened my eyes and saw it . It leaned over me, it seemed as if it would sniff at me .

Then I heard a voice that whispered : 'du bist noch nicht reif , aber ich werde warten und wieder kommen wenn es an der zeit ist' (Translation : 'you are not ripe yet , but I will wait and come back when its time')

The next morning I drew it and showed my parents but they were telling me that it was only a nightmare . Im 23 years old now but im still scared at night because it could come back . Now Im even more anxious because i now know that other people saw it too. it was not my imagination it is real and still out there …...... These are the pictures that I drew as a kid, my mother had kept them .

Sincerely David ."

Attached were two drawings:

This is interesting to note for the red coloured face. This has been unreported in previous testimonies.

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I'm honestly not even sure where to begin with this.

In September, I was getting this feeling of impending destruction. It was this great heaving weight sitting in my stomach that became heavier each day. If I really think about it, that feeling's still there as some kind of residual stain, but I've been far too preoccupied with current events than to be dwelling on that.

On September 3rd, I gave up. Everything had led me up to that point and I suppose I finally broke. I knew that I was doomed in some way at some time. I knew I would have to get it over with.

I left to the Grove and I waited there. I must have been there all night and slept the whole next day. Really, I wasn't myself and I'm shocked nobody found me there in the leaf piles beneath all the frail trees.

On one of the days I spent there half-sleeping and half-laying awake, the creature arrived. I remember seeing the place become quite dark - even blotting out the distant street lamps. Then I heard this monstrous and guttural groaning sound that made me think of the noise a dying bear might make. For the first time in days, I stood up and went to go look. In the back of my mind, I knew exactly what it was.

As I got into the clearing of the playground, I saw it standing there, hunched over. It was wearing something, maybe clothes it picked up or something to try and blend in. I just remember looking at each other for a very long period of time. Then I did something stupid. Hazily, I threw stones at it and tried hitting it with tree branches, but they all seemed just to disintegrate into ash before they came close to it.

And it lunged at me. Before it came close to me, I had really no idea how big it was. It hit me and blasted me backwards and that's when my legs must have broken. I recall being pinned down and having it stick its horrible face at my head. I think it has teeth. I must have teeth of some kind, because the next thing I felt was his terrible sharp pain on my face and this huge whirring noise coming from its mouth. Blood got in my eyes. It felt like knives were being thrust across the area. It was only there for a second and then the creature pulled away. I tried saying something, but I couldn't. It was just this sputtering and bubbling sound of blood coming from whatever was left of my mouth. I can't even bear to think what would have happened to me if it hadn't stopped.

The creature lifted its head up and it spoke to me.

It told me that I was the harbinger - that my life wouldn't be taken because of this. The whole thing felt like a warped dream. In fact, I'm not even sure if it was completely real, but I can remember what it said to me. Afterwards, I drifted into blackness.

I woke up on September 12th which was apparently just over a week since the incident. My face was covered in bandages and I was told that surgeons had to reattach my lower lip - which had been off halfway up to my left ear.

Robbie said he saw what happened. He told me that after the creature attacked me, he came in and killed it (what weapon he used was unclear). He said he put the corpse in a garbage bag and wanted to use it as evidence of its existence. He wanted to show me it, but when he went back to the bag, he only found leaves inside. I'm not sure if he's telling the complete truth, but I trust my brother. Whatever happened to the corpse is unknown.

But we do know that, from Robbie's testimony, the Seed Eater is dead.

In the weeks since, I've tried updating Facebook. I've been confined to a bed, and I think I was being fed some type of drug to keep me asleep or from asking questions. I just know that all of a sudden, it was January and I was being bombarded with all of this MCO rubbish.

Then, last night, I was stuck in a wheelchair and hauled out of wherever I was (it wasn't a hospital). Then I was crammed in the back of a van and driven somewhere. After, I was dumped into a bright white room and yelled at through a speaker by a guy who called himself Mr. Lundestad (Head Director or something). He was demanding to know why I was breaching these policies I didn't even know existed. Somewhere, I got his facade to break and he admitted that they were studying a "subject" that I was "leaking secrets about" (I can only assume they mean the creature). I told him it was dead, but I don't think he was very convinced. Nonetheless, we reached a compromise of some sort: I get to keep my website, but it is now going to be under MCO monitoring. I managed to persuade him that there was this community being built by the site that was impossible to remove.

Whatever research they're doing now, I don't know. I just thought you would all need to understand that we are now being monitored by this Maelstrom Containment Operation...

About Cliff

Cliff is alive. I promise you this.

Sadly, he is currently in no condition to be blogging or to make any videos. God knows if he will ever be able to speak again, but we all have hope.

The Howry family extends its thanks to those who have expressed concern towards Cliff's condition/sudden disappearance. We can assure you he is doing well (or better than he was before).

- Rob Howry (Cliff's brother)

UPDATE:
Cliff says that he will likely return to blogging at some point, but he is still unable to physically talk properly due to facial wounds and must resort to writing things down for us. As of right now, he is barely awake enough to blog anything, but he ensures that he will once he is in a better condition.