Dear Journal;

Here. In the middle of the forest, I feel calm. No violence, just peace. This feeling has been gone for a while now. I want to stay here forever.

11/12/1920

Dear Journal;

There is so much peace and stillness here. The calm is overwhelming, like it’s engulfed my life to its own mind. I hear birds now, and large stomps. Heavy stomps. Like a troop of them. I began to worry. I don’t want to leave the quiet, but I must.

11/13/1920

Dear Journal;

I have returned to the forest, and found a stump to write on for today. The striking silence has returned. It feels eerie ever since the animal approached. I’ve decided to bring my items, I’m going to stay for the night

11/141920

Dear Journal;

Gunshots. All around. Their bullets crack the silence. I feel I might die here. The shots get closer every time. Tell Susie and Evelyn I will be thinking of them until I meet them in heaven. Tell Lucille I’m sorry. Tell my family that I’m sorry I never married. Tell them I’m sorry that their bloodline has run dry. Tell everyone to never trust the soundless forest, for the muteness will kill you.

11/15/1920

To Whom it May Concern;

This diary now belongs to State Law. Marisa Kate Lovell has been convicted guilty by the press for the murder of Lucille Joy Farren. Her crime was considered to be worthy of death. My troops had been tracking her down for 3 days until we found her on 11/16/1920. She was shot dead at 0530.

-Chief of Police (Mark Wingstone)