Prologue
December 15th, 1975
Something is very wrong in this place.
I don't know what happened, but it was certainly horrific, and I wish to god that I had never gotten involved.
I should've known it was all so wrong. I've always had a lack of common sense when it's needed most.
And now it'll be the end of me.
I can't clear my head. Every day, they're getting closer, and I can feel myself slipping away.
I don't want this to be the end of me, but I know that I'm on limited time. This will probably be my last entry.
If you find this, this forsaken diary, I hope that it is because it has somehow escaped this place, something I couldn't do, and not because you're here.
And if you are, good luck.
You're going to need it.
