Day 19

OOf, what happened? I must have passed out after writing my last entry, but I made it back to my shelter? This is odd, I don't remember going back. I only remember writing the last entry and then everything just kinda... derps. Maybe I got struck by that lighting bolt and in shock didn't remember I made it back to my shelter? But then how do I remember writing the previous entry? Arg, I honestly don't know. I'm not injured and nothing seems to be missing or out of place so I'm not going to worry about it. What I do need however, is coal, so I'm gonna head down into the mines to get some.

(the page has splatters of blood on it, and small rips in the page)

The strangest thing happened to me down in that cave... the bats attacked! The normally shy and fearful of me bats came and They bit me with their tiny fangs and got all upon in my face. This is very strange. I managed to kill one, and it dropped some of that purple dust I used to make the diamond... weeeeirrrd.....
I can't explain this in the slightest. Why would they suddenly attack me? Do they not like the altar thing I made?

(This page has some incoherent scribbles on it)
Night 19
I saw someone... another human... another human that W̴̡̡͈͍͖͚͕̙̠̩͖͈͎̌̔͜Ĥ̶̨̫̟͎͇̝̼͔͎̖͎̙͊͐̾̅̃̓̄̕Ỏ̵͖̪͕̽́̽̅͊ ̸̜̤͇͂ͅĄ̴̢̨̩̞̜̼͙̙̹̂͒̅̓̀͐̈́͠R̷̢̼̭͇̮̠͑͐̎̀̈͐́̋̂̓̈́̚͘̕ͅȨ̶͎̪͔̏͂̌͛͝ ̷̡̮̭̠͍̩̦͑̈̈́͗̈́̿̔͌͘̚͠͝Ỳ̶̖̖̘̯̝̟̮̼͎̙̅̂̆̈́̾̐̓̚͜ͅO̴̮̼̣͊̏͒̀̇Ư̵̱͔̰̺̦̥͔͛̓̑͐̇͒̾̍̈́͘͠ din't run and hide and act like a coward. No... this was a human human. Someone like me! Someone who can do stuff! I herd a voice outside H̵̠͂E̴̼̯͂͘ ̴̳̞̊̚Ỉ̶̬̰́S̸̠̓̐ ̶̩̝̊͘N̴͕͓̈́͝Ḛ̴̝̉Ȁ̴̺̑R̷̗̒̂ my house and went to investigate. There, far yonder in the grass field, was a man. Their skin was of very slight tan, and they had Ȳ̸̧̙̘̗̖̂͋̂̏̿̈̔̅̅͠͝Ó̶͖̘̫̫̠̪̹͉͓̩̖͒͝U̴̜̳̅͆͝͠ ̴̥̻̮̦͈̗̣̏́͗̊͑̆͗̾̑̃͂̕S̶̱̺̬̫͖̙͖̖͍̼̖͖̖̃̒͌̓́͘͘̚H̷̯͉̒̿̾̃̂̽̽̃̈́̎̑͗̏̚͠Ŏ̷͉̦̫̼̙͔͙͆̓͐͘Ư̵̲̦̗̲͇̦̭̬̠̹̔̒͐̊L̵̢̡̡̡̬͚̰̱̦̠͓̭̣͇̺̄͗̈́͆͝D̷̗̠̯͖̙͔̹͓̈́ ̵̥̠̟̑̈́̇́̒͘K̷̹̱͕̰̠̖̩̜͉̹̐̈́̔̾̓̚N̷̤̗̣͖̞̫̄̄͗͂̀̈́͛O̶̧̝̞̯̪̫͈̓̑Ẃ̷̢͔̎̏͒͌̃̇̚ ̶̨̼͖͙̪̣̌̎̔́̇̍̒̔͠͝M̷̨̡͙͕̮̝̮̖͇͊̕E A green turquoise shirt and blue pants with grey shoes. Their hair was of a dark brown almost coffee color. They had their backs me to. I creeped over the hill to try and get a better look, but this man must have hearing like a dog, as he turned to face me almost instantly as I took a step. But what was the most N̶͉͖̭͍̗͇͉̰̙̒̎͋O̸̼̤̫̣͙̣̫̺̯̞͆̎͆́̊̽̄͛̎͝ ̷͙̮̮̼̬̿̽̇̀̅Ĕ̵̯͉̺̞͓̖̦̰̝͍͙̍̾̃̿̍͐́̔̾̈̽͘S̵̼̃̒̀̍C̴̡̼͉̯̈́͗̑̓͂͐̓́̔̌̕̚̕Ẵ̸̙̐̉͋̈́̊͐̆̃̀̚Ṕ̷̳͖̬̩̱Ẽ̸̛̞͍͚̝͖̞̹̤̰̑̆́̄̆͗͋̈́͐́͂̎̏ terrifying thing was his eyes; both were solid white. He was the man the statues... He is a real person! We just stared at each other, not moving for several minutes before I finally got the courage to take small steps back. As soon Y̷̨̹̎O̶̰̩͂Ụ̷͗͐͜'̶͚͉́R̴̺̄̋Ḝ̷̫̿ ̵̪͓̊̕Ţ̷͖̆R̴̲̬̉̃Å̸̠͆P̵̧͖̅P̶͕͚̂̇Ȩ̵͕́͝D̸̼̃͆ ̴̣͘ͅW̵̛̬͙I̷̡͘T̸̮͖͂̕H̸̲̫͆̑ ̷͗ͅͅM̶̝͕͆̅E̶͙̲̅͒ as I was out of sight, I made a sprint back to my shelter and slammed the door, sliding to the ground against it once inside.
So many questions... Why was Y̵̖̲̐̽Ő̷̡͕U̴̬̣̽'̶̝͋V̸̙̍E̷̟͝ ̸͍̃͝ͅK̴̠̃͝Í̴̲̐L̵͙̹̐L̶̙̙̿͠Ȩ̶̦͌Ď̷̡̬͝ ̴̞͂͂U̶̥̹̽̐S̴̲̐ ̵̰͆̌Ä̴̩́Ļ̶͍̈Ļ̷̛͉̀ this man outside my house? Why was He the ones the statues depicted? Why did he have white eyes? How the hell did he get here?! I had so many H̵̛̱͎̩̘͈͉͋͌̔͌̉̆͘͝Ę̵̢̩̜̳̤̪̣̪̿͜ ̶̨̢̤͙̦̱̬̗̾̃͝Ḩ̷̝̹̰̩̤͚͙̮͚͕̭̃ͅÄ̴̟͉́̓̂̃̈̽͌̒͌́̔̎̕͝S̶̳͇̯͉̝͉͇̤͎͉̬̭̓̆̾͛̍͜ͅ ̷̨̡͕͕͕͈͍͇͙͉͉̌̀̉̅̏͌́̈́͑̾͌̾̌͐͘C̶̘͔͕̤͚͔̲͇̦̀̐̊͝Ȍ̴̱̜͇̺͖̥̥͇͕̏͝͝M̷̘͔̻̺̠͍̲̥͕̍͛̾͐̋͂͐̃̔̀͝Ȩ̸̲̹͔̯̪͉̤̬̜͙̮͌̿̈́̾̾͘ questions I needed answered... but I was too afraid to get close. GRHH!! Dammit Lorelei!! This may be your only chance to get close to another human in this world and you botched it. But this human... I don't think he's human. No, the way he looked, the way monsters didn't come near us when he was there... He can't be human. He doesn't look...

...Alive...

Ỷ̷̖͇̭̝̣̟̪̙͖̼̻̊̍̋͆̈͌̌̈́̊̄̃̕Ǫ̵̢͖̹̤̦͖̥͎͎͓̩̩̥͖̱̩̝̞̌́͋͌̈́͑̿̒͜U̵̧̡̨̘͉̤͔͎͔̤̦̼̫̬̗̫̗̿́ͅ ̵̹̆̾̇̈́̇̌̇́͊̀͝Ẁ̴̧̢̯̳̮̘͕͚̤͓͙̱̰̋̎̔̾̃̃̿͜͝ͅI̵͕̙̩͋͗̃́͆͒́̎̎͋̈͋̉̓́̆̄̉͘͜L̸̡̼̼̹̝̖̥̅̈̉̈́̈́͒̈́́̏̅̊͊̇̋͐͝͠ͅL̴̦̲͇̲̈̅̾́ ̴͖̬͎̱̙̪̲̝͙͈̦͓̿̀͂̄͑N̶͉̝̩̱̠̤̖̬͇̩̞͎̙̪̱̊̄͜Ơ̸̢͕͚̥̊̅͆́̾̉̃̎̎͊̊̾̐́̄͠Ţ̸̢̣̥̬͔͇̗̥͇̲͚͚̦̼̝͆̈́̏̓̏͛͝ͅͅ ̷̨̡̢̛̛̞̺͍͎̻̯̻͓̞̳̞̂́͛̎̉̽̂̂̀́̎̃̇́͘̚͠͝͝ͅL̷̗͈̤̜̮̝̔͐̈̓̇͐͊̅͛̀͌̓͒̇̕͝͝͝͝Ȅ̷̩̭̺͚̠̠̳͙͔͇́͑̈͐̆̋̚ͅĄ̸̨̙͍̣̤͎͙̺̘̙̫̭̣̖͕̹̜̳̙̩̆͗͑͑̿̈̒̏̋̍̍͆̑̈̉̓͘͠V̸̛͉͇̦̹͙̱̻̬̘̩̰̙̽̾̐͜E̴̛̩̹͚̤̯̺̎̊̐̃͒̇̔̃͊̀̀͘ ̴̜̲̞̜̲͓̟̟͓̜̜̤̙̙͇̱͎̻͌̀͋͒̿̑̌̀͌͠͠H̴̡̯̱̯͈̮̩̥̦̲͚͒ͅE̷̢̢̬̫̟͎̜̼̘̙̾̀̋͂̈́̐͌̓̿͂̿̿̔̿̈̃̅̈̒͜͝͠R̵̢̮̗͖͋̈́̇̈́́͑̐̔̅͑̏̄̈́͊̎́͘E̵̛͍̭̙̭͇̳̝̿́͌̒̊̒ ̶̞̀͊͂̾̽̿̅̊̽̓̏͊̿̕͝Ą̴͎͖͕̰̘͖̘̏̋̑̓́͋͗̋̍̏͐̚̕͝ͅḼ̷͔̗̜̀̄̊̋͒̑̈́̽Ị̷̧̙̺̞̫͉̮͑̾̉̾̍̀̽͌̚̕͜͝͝Ṽ̵̢̱̬̻͗̾̓̎̑Ę̸̙̪̙̤̹̦̞̙̳͒͂̊̈́͊,̷̱̮͋͛͜ ̶̢̛͉͕̦̳̮̖̬̱͓̻͉̟̗̜̮̗̯̺̎̀̄̏͛̾͌͐̿͊̚̕̚͘͜͝G̵̡͖̟͇̥͎͕͙̭̰̮̻̲̙̙͚̪͎̱̳̍́̒̎̊̈́̿̂́̉̀̀̆̓̋̿͆̕̚͠Ḭ̸̳͓͆R̸͓̫͖͊̂̈́͠L̵̘̣̟̥͈̥̦͖̼̠͕̻͋̔̋͒͌͂̑̏̈́̃́̓͜͠͠