JAN. 15, 2020, 12:00 A.M.
I can't find that kid anywhere. I'm starving. Nothing to eat. Barely anything to drink. I've been hearing things, coming closer every minute. I think I've been being watched.
I stopped and put my pencil down. I should've planned my entrance. I heard footsteps.
JAN. 15, 2020, 12:00 A.M.
Something's here. I think I might die. If you read this, I miss my mom and da-
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