I've put together all of the pieces, or at least that's what I'm hoping. Sometimes you just can't explain everything that happens. I found that out in a bad way.
It didn't start normally either. Things were happening. Horrid, unexplainable things. I've lost all of the friends I ever had, all my family, I live so alone. I feel like just hanging myself right now. Life is not worth living. I feel very lucky to be here right now, writing about everything that's happened. But deep down inside of me, I know they're going to return and they won't stop until I'm gone.
What I'm talking about here is far worse than death. They want me to suffer. The only reason I haven't killed myself yet is because I have only one bit of hope. I need someone to help me. I know they'll never come along, though, so I'll just warn everyone and then attempt to kill myself.
Not only was my friend the only witness, but also the reason I was alive. They took her. They have her. They're out there doing god-knows-what and I'm stuck in this goddamn cave, with nothing, not even hope, but paper, pencil, and a rock. If I don't die soon, I will have to kill myself. I've already started cutting my arms and legs and stomach. I know they're coming for me. They'll be here. I know.
This is my final goodbye, and if you find this book, please, save yourself from the unexplained.
The above article was found in a cave on September 29, 2004, only a few feet next to what seemed to be a decayed animal of some sort, along with a book and a rock stained with blood. This is all of what was found in the book.
October 17, 1998
Today was the first time I've been happy in almost a year. The overwhelming voices in my head have stopped. I've stopped hallucinating. I don't feel empty anymore, I feel whole. Cameron, Tiffany, and I are going on a mountain expedition tomorrow and might be camping out there. I've seen pictures of the place. Beautiful, just beautiful. I just don't understand how just yesterday I was feeling so horribly empty, cold, numb, but just fine today. What has happened? Oh, well, I'll write again tomorrow.
October 18, 1998
I feel nothing like I did yesterday from what I can remember. I tried to call Tiffany, and she answered. Well, someone answered. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but they sounded very happy. I didn't say anything. I couldn't answer. They were provoking me to stay silent. I felt demented, worse than usual. I guess it's just Cameron and I now.
October 25, 1998
I had to delay the trip for a week because I was feeling horrible. I couldn't help it. It was pulling me from doing anything. I got the Sunday paper this morning, and saw there were a few disappearances. Tiffany's name was on it.
November 16, 1998
We made it. We made it away from them. I don't know where we are. They took everything we had. No food, no way home. I don't even think this is a real place.
They're watching me, I know it, they've got her, I've lost, I'm gone. No help.
[blood smudges and random symbols on the rest of the page]