About Horror in The Pines: True Encounters of the Unexplainable:
‘As I turned to leave, I caught sight of something that made my heart pound against my ribcage. A journal lay haphazardly on the ground, its pages yellowed with age, ink smeared as if in haste. Against my better judgment, I flipped it open. The handwriting was erratic, full of exclamation points and frantic scribbles. “I hear them every night. The whispers. They know. They see me. It’s too late. They’re coming for me…”
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