11/23/99
Dear Stranger,
It's Livia. Obviously. I'm sorry, I'm not used to writing letters. The police started a search party and I have two hours to get ready. I'm not sure what we're going to find, but I hope we find something. Notes, his video recorder, supplies, or worse, his dead corpse. It brings me to tears, thinking about it.
It's been an hour into the search and nothing has been found yet. We're in Oak Side Park because that's where he said he was going to go.
It's been another hour. We found his noted and video recorder. I read them and it looks like someone did something to him. In his last note, he said he was going home, but that was weeks ago. His last few lines sound like he wasn't in his right mind.
We found him in a cave. His skin's grey. He's sweating and comatose. There's some bleeding from scratches and bruises on his body. We're getting an ambulance here asap.
Sincerely,
Livia Valeska
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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.
