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I knew it. They killed my friend. I don't know what to say but I know he's dead. I spoke to him just a moment ago in the woods and he was empty, like a husk. He had this sort of look like he'd been hollowed as if by termites, and left on all-fours, inverted such that his stomach faced the sun.
I feel sick. I don't know how many are left in this town. I don't know if I am next. But I don't know how to leave. Believe me I've tried. I just hope the rest of the world is okay.
I don't know how to leave, I don't know what's happening and I don't know how they do such things to people. But I know what I'm going to do next. She said the ritual was taking place this weekend. I'm going to try to stop it.
Yes, I don't know what I'm up against, but what other choice do I have? I'm going to die horrifically one way or another. The alternative is worse by the sounds of things. This will likely be my last update. I pray there are souls around to read this.
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