11/8/99
Dear Stranger,
I think I might die. I woke up and started making way to this radio tower that was up a hill. A fire started as I was exiting a small cave tunnel. I ran to the radio tower. As I did, I noticed tentacles. Long, black, tentacles. Every time one poked at me, the more my head filled with these whispers. My nose started to bleed and I started to cough. I looked behind me and a few feet away, I saw him. I didn't want to believe it. Am I going mad? I managed to get away and now I'm trapped in this tower thing. Why did I even choose to make this documentary? Oh wait, I remember. I wanted to stand out from the rest of my class. I would always be the person in the back, the person who isn't heard and gets last picked. I bet you, Dear Stranger, you're something like that. Like me almost. That's just a wild guess I suppose. I find it funny, how in situations like this, where you think you're going to die, you open up. Even if it's to some random person who found a random boy's letter.
The door is still locked. I'm going to go insane. I think I have paranoia. Like something else is in here. Nothing is though. This was a bad idea. I'm going home after this fire dies. Screw this project. I don't want to finish it anymore. I want to get out of this godforsaken woods.
The door unlocked. Thank god. The fire died down. Sanity? Not so much. I still want to go home. I'm bleeding, I'm crying. I can only take so much.
I'm lost. That fire messed everything up. I think I went in the wrong direction. Fantastic. I can't find the quarry, or the mine, or anything. I'm going to die here.
Odin Valeska
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Dear Stranger
HorrorA boy is assigned a project for Film Class. Create a video of the students' choice. His is a documentary. Going into the woods alone, his simple project turns deadly.
