The Secret Mate Society

November 22nd, 1967

I don't know what it was, but it killed Daisy, our best milk cow. I shot it twice and it didn't seem to notice. The sheriff came out and said it was a coyote attack and that I must've missed my shot. He's a damn fool. I've never missed a shot in my life.

It came back last night and I managed to get a photo of it. But the family is coming up for Thanksgiving tomorrow, so I'll take a copy of this photo down to the sheriff after that.

I just hope that monster, whatever it is, doesn't come back. I'm not sure my shotgun will be enough to stop it.