Hello, I am Dr. Lawrence and I am a new member of the Museum of Unidentifiable Organisms. In a rainy day around eighteen years ago, I was sitting in my room drawing. I used to like letting my imagination run wild, but ever since that day, my imagination is filled with nothing but horrors beyond any human comprehension. My childhood home was located on a cliff next to a vast sea. I loved staring at the endless blues and that day was no different. I took a break from my doodling to stare at the waters and get lost in them. Suddenly, I notice something... On top of a large rock was sitting something horrible: This half human half fish beast! I had heard of sirens and mermaids before but I thought they were all legends and fairytales.. not once had I thought something like this could be real! Not only was it real, but it looked so disturbing! It's very flesh looked like it melting, it's ribcage ripping it's skin apart and being visible even from that far away. It even had characteristics of a bird on places that shouldn't even be there: a pair of fleshy wings that looked too thin for it to be able fo fly effectively, one of them leading to a tail that didn't seem to serve a real purpose. It's hands looked like they were fleshy claws melting into eachother. I swear I even saw a leg coming from it's tail! It was so outlandish, like the creature itself couldn't even decide what it is! Worst part, at the time I saw it, it was consuming what looked to be a dead human body. It turned around. It noticed me. Time paused as I looked into it's souless eyes. Those eyes can't belong to anything that is alive. Every creature in this world has the eyes of something living. Something that can breathe. But this...this looked so- WRONG! I panicked. Before it could even finish it's meal it threw it on the depths of the sea never to be seen again and raised it's beak, revealing a row of human teeth. It let out a scream, like it was trying to sing, but it's voice was messed up it could do nothing but a screech.I grabbed my sketchbook and hid under my blanket. I quickly sketched the animal I had just witnessed so that I could not forget it. I could never forget it. I couldn't allow myself to forget it. I can't forget it I can't forget it I can't forget it I can't forget it! I recently combined my haunting memory of the creature as well as the drawing from all those years ago to create a more accurate depiction of that thing. I cannot forget it, and neither should anyone else who witnesses it.