The following transcript is copied verbatim from the recording of (REDACTED) found on (REDACTED) in the waters off the coast of Bermuda:

_Hello? I hope this thing is recording. Someone else must have left this here … Maybe it will wash up one day. I think I’ve been here for … gosh, it must be two years now. I’ve been gone two years. And I don’t think I’ll ever be coming back. If somebody finds this, I want them to know: there is no mystery here, no mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. The “mystery” as the press likes to call it, has form, has eyes and legs and teeth, and it haunts the waters and the skies equally. Although often hunched to avoid the human gaze, the being can stand with clawed feet on the ocean ground, and reach its thin, railing-like arms up towards the skies to grab planes like mine in its grasp. I know, I know how crazy that sounds. Really, I do. But it happened to me. And underground, in its caverns and grottoes, not a living soul can hear you scream. So, I hope one day someone will hear this. Well … oh … no! No! _