Horrorjournal Stories

I thought it was just a walk. A playlist. A trail. Something familiar. But the forest changed. The trail kept shifting. Now I don't know where I am. Or who else has walked this loop before me. I'm keeping this journal so I don't forget. If you're reading this... don't trust the path. -Recovered entries from a device found near the sixth mile. Playlist still active. Coordinates unreleased.

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