Amhach (The Boy)

Hello to whomever may be reading this message. I hope someone gets it because I feel like I don't have much time left. Everyone else is already dead so I want this story to get out before it's too late. Let me just start from the beginning. I lived in New York with two of my friends. One of them was a boy named Lawrence and the other a girl named Jessie. We all stayed in an apartment in the Lower Manhattan area, and while Jessie and I worked at Blue Bottle Coffee Lawrence did online classes and used Patreon to sell art commissions to help with rent. About 12 days ago while walking home from work me and Jessie passed by an alleyway and heard what sounded like crying. I wanted to tell her to just ignore it but she was already going down the alley by the time I opened my mouth to speak. I reluctantly followed her until we reached a dead end. Across from us there was what looked like a boy curled up with his back to us and his hood up. Jessie called out to the boy causing him to turn to us quickly with a panicked look on his face and tears in his eyes. He was wearing an old green zip up hoodie that almost looked grey with torn black sweat pants and no shoes. His hair was light blond and a bit messy partially covering his left eye, his skin was a pale peach color, and his eyes were a soft light blue that almost shone in the dark of night. The first thing I focused on however was the blood I saw dribbling out of his mouth and on his clothes when he had turned to us. Jessie probably assumed that someone beat him up as she asked questions like "Are you ok" and "What's your name" in which he simply shook his head or nodded as he got up. Now that the boy was standing up I noticed that he looked somewhat skinny and stood to around 5 ft 4. She decided that we would take him in since she didn't want to leave him alone and he shook his head when she asked "Where do you live". The area we were in at that time was known to be dangerous at night so it was understandable. I felt uneasy about the whole situation but I thought I was just being paranoid as we walked to our apartment. When we got there I went into Lawrence's room and let him know about the boy we had found. He simply nodded and said that dinner was in the microwave as usual. I could hear Jessie pulling out plates as I walked back to the kitchen. The boy stood more to the corner as she pulled the leftovers from the microwave. Lawrence had made salmon with some corn and green beans. I went and got myself some before sitting at the table followed by Jessie, but the boy didn't follow us. He simply looked at his food before setting it down on the counter by the sink. We both thought nothing of it and assumed he just wasn't hungry as we ate. It wasn't until the 3rd day of him being there that the three of us got suspicious. Throughout that time not one of us had seen him eat even with Lawrence being at home all the time, he hadn't changed out of his bloody clothes, he had never opened his mouth near us, or even just let his hood down. So we all decided that we would try and catch him while he was eating. Right now I just wish we had left it alone but I can't go back in time to warn them. Even if I could I doubt they would believe me. We all treated the day normally with me and Jessie going to work and Lawrence staying home because we didn't make the boy suspicious. We agreed that around 2:30 in the morning we would sneak a peek into the boys room since none of us had ever been awake then while the boy was staying with us. Lawrence texted us when the time had come and we all snuck out from our rooms and headed to the boys room. We could hear something as we slowly opened the door and looked inside. What we saw caused the three of us to go still and my blood to run ice cold. The boy was sitting with his side facing the door and didn't notice as we peeked inside. He had his hood down and he was digging into the steak we had for dinner which was normal all in itself. What wasn't normal however were the massive fangs that dug into the meat and ripped it apart and the eye that we could see in the back of his head. We were all frozen in place as the eye looked at us. The iris was a deep crimson red with a slit pupil that reminded me of a snake or a lizard. The boy turned towards us and let out a deep growl before his jaw made a horrifying sound like a bone snapping and unhinged. Lawrence pushed me and Jessie away from the door yelling for us to run away and get help. I took her hand and bolted out of the apartment with her as fast as I could...ignoring the sickening sounds of Lawrence's screams and bones being broken. Jessie was crying as we ran outside and towards the New York Police Department. When we got there I tried to explain to them what had happened back at our apartment and begged them to go help Lawrence. The officer looked skeptical but agreed none the less as he sent units to the apartment. By morning the news was covering what they believed to be a rabid dog attack. Lawrence's throat had been ripped out and many of his bones had been snapped including his ribs which were broken inward and had caused his lungs to fill with blood before he died. Parts of him had been eaten and they didn't find any trace of the boy that had been there. Officers assumed me and Jessie had been on drugs and only imagined that someone's pet had been something so terrible, but we both knew the truth of the matter even if no one else did. Soon after that we moved into my parents apartment. We couldn't bear to live there anymore when we knew that the boy could come back for us. 4 days after the incident Jessie had started to get more and more worried that the boy was still hunting for us and decided that she would leave New York and move in with her brother in Washington DC. That was the last anyone had seen of her before her body was found near the Hudson River the next morning. Her car was close by with the windshield broken and the driver side door almost caved in while her body had many broken bones and a ripped out throat like Lawrence's, but unlike his body hers had more of it eaten including the face and eyes. By then I knew the boy was hunting down whoever had seen the monster he truly was, and I was the last person left alive who had. I had myself committed to the Manhattan Psychiatric Center to try and protect myself from the boy but I know he will be here to kill me soon to get rid of the last witness. Pray that you never run into this thing...I'm giving it the name Amhach which means throat in Gaelic. I can hear something moving in the vents above my cell...

Credited to Insomniatic-Dumbass