October 26 4.37 am
Dear Diary,
Currently waiting in some void deck. Walked past a townclock. Fucking cramp. Caused me to jerk abit. Fucking madman saw me. Had to run out of the hiding spot. No options. Jumped out of the window. Some minor cuts and a large gash on my right calve.
Can't even write properly now. But what's there to do other than sit here and write? Don't live near this place. No maps, no shit. No signs of hospital or police centres. No signs of any fucking humans at all. Fucking pigs sleeping at home. No buses, no taxis. Like why the fuck are there no taxis man? Is this place so fucking secluded? Got to be kidding me. Fucking pants are wet from the earlier encounter.
Guess I should just wait till a taxi comes.
OH WAIT A CAR. BE RIGHT BACK.
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Horror*Warning* Explicit language The diary features Andy's encounter with a mad man. Read on to find out more! :)
