Old Journal, Page 117

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"Day... I don't know what day number it is, and what's the point of counting anyway? Just another day of my torment, that's all... I can't take it anymore. I can't. The voices creep into my head, their whispers are doing something to me. Maybe they never intended to come inside? They lied, lied, lied... They wanted me to come out! It's so hard to breathe... I've tried leaving this place so many times, but the trail just led me back to my cabin... There's no way out? I know, I know, I know... That beam under the ceiling terrifies me, but I can't look away."