Excerpt from Beth's Journal: Captured
They won’t tell me why they brought me here.
They won’t tell me what they want.
Or who they are.
Or where I am.
I don’t think we drove very far to get here.
I’m surprised they let me have my journal, though I’m worried they might take it from me at any minute.
Suppose it can’t hurt anything for me to sit here writing things while I’m locked up in a room all by myself.
They’re feeding me well, which I didn’t expect…
I find it suspicious.
I want to know how they got steak and mashed potatoes here.
The one named Mary—I’m afraid of her.
She brings me my food most of the time. I don’t know why, but I just get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach when she’s around.
Well, none of these people are exactly the kind we’d normally associate ourselves with.
I wonder if Daryl came looking for me.
I wonder if they got him, too.
One of the boys who brings food to me seems nicer than the others. Less…creepy.
This place gives me the chills.
I tried asking the boy—he said his name is Eric—where we are, but he clammed up.
I’ll try asking again later.
I guess that’s what they all call this place.That’s all I could get out of Eric before he went away, looking all shell-shocked, like someone would beat him to death if they knew he told me.
I’ll keep it to myself for now…just in case.
I don’t know what to say.
My hand is shaking so much I can hardly read my own writing. Eric just told me…Lord in heaven, I can’t even write it.
I wish there was some way I could warn people away from here…
Warn Daryl, if he’s out there looking.
Stay as far away as you possibly can.
If they come for you, run.
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