Chapter Twenty-One: “The Unseen Eyes”

Journal Entry – Day 21

The knife feels heavier today.

Chapter Twenty: “The Warning”

Journal Entry – Day 20

The symbols are spreading.

Chapter Nineteen: “The Mark of the Others”

Journal Entry – Day 19

Today, I found something I wasn’t meant to see.

Chapter Eighteen: “Shadows That Breathe”

Journal Entry – Day 18

The forest feels different today.

Chapter Seventeen: “Through the Veil”

Journal Entry – Day 17

I’m not sure how I made it out of that cabin.

The darkness felt alive, pressing against my skin like a heavy, wet cloth. The air was thick, suffocating, carrying a faint metallic tang that left a bitter taste on my tongue.

Chapter Sixteen: “Echoes in the Dark”

Journal Entry – Day 16

I barely slept.

After hearing my own voice on the radio, I turned it off and didn’t touch it again all night. I just sat there, staring into the dark forest below, the flickering light still taunting me from the valley.

Chapter Fifteen: “The Signal”

Journal Entry – Day 15

There’s something out there.

I’ve spent the last few days walking deeper into the forest, the air growing heavier with every step. The trees are larger here, their bark dark and cracked like old scars. They seem to lean inward, their gnarled branches forming a canopy so thick it blocks out most of the light.

Chapter Fourteen: “The Weight of Fear”

Journal Entry – Day 14

Last night, I faced the kind of fear you don’t forget.

I’d been walking all day, deeper into this maze of twisted trees. By nightfall, I found another clearing—not much, just a patch of dirt surrounded by shadow. I set up a small camp and leaned back against a tree, my rifle across my lap, trying to let my body relax.

Chapter Thirteen: “The Other Side”

Journal Entry – Day 13

I crossed the line.

It feels strange to even write those words. For twelve days, that line kept me prisoner in my own clearing, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. And now, just hours after stepping over it, the world feels different.

Chapter Twelve: “The Turning Point”

Journal Entry – Day 12

I didn’t sleep last night.

The whispers didn’t stop. They circled the cabin like wolves around prey, growing louder, closer, until it felt like they were just outside the walls.