October 8, 1887
Dear Diary,
Ida wanted me to write in here for her in case something happens.
Things aren't going well, voices moan in the dark and Ida has been running a fever. I tried checking around the house for anything unusual, but I couldn't muster the courage to check the basement.
Ida told me the forest was calling her. I don't know what that means, but I can't leave her. I tried calling for a doctor, but the phone line is dead. When Ida wakes, she only mumbles that she can "feel them coming after her."
I don't know what she means, but I don't want to be here any longer.
I'm sorry Ida.
- Archie
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