Check Recent Posts forthe first part ofthe journal. This next entry is from the night otherthan hike.
Had I known how much shit would develop from that stupid trip, Iwouldn' t have agreed to go. Ifonly,
I had to wait until my mom and Ray went to bed before writing again. They found out about the
hike last night, though predictably Ray was more pissed off at me forsaking his flashlight.
Cause my safety doesn‘ t mean shit, right?
But holy shit, what a wild hike it was. It was fucking surreal. So Roger and I are making light
nothings, joking and chatting about school, but the entire time Michael was being standoffish.
He barely said a word, except when he stopped to point out something he thought he saw in
And fuck was it dark. We had expected darkness of course, it was midnight when we set out,
but we hadn' t anticipated how dark the thick canopy would make the forest. Fortunately our
three flashlights together made walking doable, but it was creepy the whole time. But creepy
eventually escalated to outright bizarre.
After maybe an hour (doel trust me on that, Twasn‘ t keeping track ertime}, we
came across a trail marker. A fucking trail marker. As in a pile of rocks. We
were hiking in the middle ofthe forest. We were at least a mile south Trail and there
was no nearby. But we found a fucking trail marker. That' s when Michael started
acting even weirder. He got really serious and when Roger suggested we go back, he told
We kept seeing those trail markers, one maybe every . Attell stopped keeping
track many we passed, Michael pointed out a light up ahead. Roger had said it was
someone with a flashlight, but it had the dancing hue othre. It made me feel cold. Ilold
Michael, but he said to put on atacked.
When we got close enough, we found a lit candle atop marker. We had joked
about the threat or bobcats during the hike, but at that moment I was seriously
worrying some hobo would pop out from behind a tree and stab us with a
broken whiskey bottle. Who the fuck else wouid' ye lit a candle in the middle ofthe woods?
While I gawked at the stupid thing. Michael yelled at me to catch Lip. He and Roger had gone
up ahead and were standing in front ofa giant boulder. Olnly when I got close enough, I saw
Michael was shining his flashlight into a threepwood wide crack in the rock, large enough for LIB
to slip in. He wanted us to
That' s where the entry ends. I rememberd had to cut the writing short because I heard my stepdad
coming up the stairs. HI post the continuation of that entry later. I originally wrote the journal by hand,
so it takes time to type up. Also a lot ofthe pages have gone missing. Elswere taken. Well. they' re