Entry 1: I used to love living in these woods; always so peaceful and happy. Now it's dark and doesn't take kindly to travelers except me. It's been so long since I've had a visitor.

Entry 2: I had a visitor! They were lost after their car broke down on the main road. Aside from a few scratches and bruises, they seemed okay. They wouldn't listen to my warnings not to go outside while it's dark. I wish I knew what happened to them.

Entry 3: I'm so lonely, I wander the forest in hopes of finding new travelers to keep me company for a while. I think the forest knows of my feelings because it's been quiet. It's too late though; everyone is too afraid to enter here. My last vistor tried to leave through the tunnel, but even I don't enter there. It's more dangerous than the forest.

You start to read the next entry when a noise from upstairs startles you. You listen closely and begin to hear footsteps coming down, making their way towards this room.

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