25 March, 1976
I haven't had a chance to write. I don't think I even have a chance to live! I can feel myself getting skinny, its either I'm losing weight or my bones are getting bigger. The girl is still there right now. She's staring at me, with those beady eyes. I can only see the man and her out of the corner of my eyes. Everytime I try to focus on them they always disappear. I don't even remember how I got locked in here. But they know. The people who are watching me. The same people who are watching you read this diary. I'm scared to even move, please help me...
