Merrimack Woods Creature

Hey I heard this story from a friend at school. His nickname is Striker. I'll tell it in first person.

I was walkin my Jerman Shepard, Duke down my road. It was saturday and it was the half moon and about 10:30 at night. I could see the road clear as day and it was beautiful. I was about ten minutes into my walk when duke just stopped dead in his tracks just staring at this one spot on the side of the road. I said " what's the matter boy u see somethin". And in fact he did as he started to back up I heard a disgusting loud cracking sound like the sound of old bones or joints moving like they haven't moved in a hundred yrs it was just the sickest sound I have ever heard. I lifted up my flashlight and then I saw it, it was over eight ft tall , it had tall thin legs, it smelled like the stench of rotten bog water that has spoiled even more and its skin looked almost like toad skin literally. It had no eyes it just had a mouth and it didn't have any teeth. It stood on two legs and it had human hands with nails that were almost two feet long but it had no arms . It was so gross I wanted to run but my legs wouldn't move I stood there while the thing kept moving toward me. When it was a foot away it reached out its nails and they brushed against my face. It leaned toward me and it casted out a foul breath it smelled like a decaying body that's all goo. I felt like I was going to hurl. but then Duke bit me in the arm and I snapped back to reality I turned and ran but not before the thing ripped the back of my shirt off. I felt a sting but I just kept running. The thing made an unearthly screech like nothing I ever heard before But I still kept running. Duke ran faster than me and met me by my mailbox. I ran up the driveway and burst into the house. My friends looked up from they're poker game they saw me and said " Hey man you look like you just ran a marathon. What happened to you, and why do you stink like a dead carcass"? I told them everything an they said " How can that be true we haven't seen anythin like that around here ever". I said to them" Ok I guess your right. Jeez I really need a drink". As I turned my back they all gasped. I turned back to them, and I asked them "Why you all staring at me like that did I do something wrong"? They told me to look at my back. Then I remembered that the back of my shirt got ripped off. I touched my back and I looked at my hand it was covered in blood. Before I patched up my back They took a picture of the mark and sent it to some investigaters. But they never contacted us but the wierd thing is, the next day we walked to the spot where I had saw the thing and there was a two foot long rotted finger nail lying in the road. Then Mack picked it up and said " Eww Gross who would grow they're finger nails that long and then cut them here in the street and let it rot". Axe added in." Maybe its Nick's toenail". Nick punched him in the arm. I took the Fingernail out of Mack's hand and threw it in the Bog. I said to them "I hope I never have to see that creature again". But of course That day my neighbor found scratch marks across the front of the house, and wierd tracks with orange liquid in front of each print on his front lawn.
He told us about it and said that he heard an unearthly screech, a scuffling noise in the snow, and a scratching noise going from one side of the house to the other the night before. He asked us if we knew anything about it. But we told him we didn't see anything.
From then on I never took a walk outside at night after ten again.
Hope ya liked the encounter Striker had. But lets hope it never happens to you.