Sages Journal page 57
November 17, 1973. 2:35 am.
Sage Bulman again. I’m still stuck in this mental hospital place. I’ve been here for 3 years. Me and my friends, Oliver Buringwood and Lilly Willingroom.
We’ve been trying to figure out who killed my sister, Holli Bulman. We found her body deep in the river built into this woods about 2 months ago. She was 5 mont older than me.
Our parents sent us here 3 years ago. When we found her body, all I could see was blood. That’s how I would have to explain it. Blood.
Draining out of her body. I was devastated. But the thing is. We have been hearing noises outside throughout the night. The last time we heard these noises was when we found Holli.
You might be asking, well why don’t we just leave the woods?
There’s just no escape.
No matter how many times, wherever we went. There’s no exit from these woods. We find ways to keep each other warm and make our food. Whatever we find usually only lasts for a couple days or so.
Well, that’s it for today. Remember, you’re never alone.
