“ What the fuck did I get myself into. I was walking back out, and after like a few hours I got back home. It got late and I went to bed and woke up back in the forest-town-whatever. I know leaving wasn’t a dream or something. I went back out to see Rachel again, she did say something about this numerous times, and she basically responded with an ‘I told you so’. I don’t understand. I guess this is why nobody comes back then, but nobody’s tried? Somebody’s bound to see one of them venturing out in public. I’m going to find a way out of here. If nothing else this is going to scare my parents real bad, I hope they’re not too worried by now. On the plus side, though, we’re on good terms but just don’t start conversations or make any plans very often, I’ve got at least a week, if I’m lucky a month, to get out before they start worrying. I can’t believe I didn’t even tell them I’m going somewhere.”
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“ I don’t know why I’m still writing this. I guess it’s a comfort? This was always meant to be seen by everyone, not be trapped in here. I asked Rachel if there’s any way to get out today, and she told me nobody knows for sure what happens but that you don’t want to be the unlucky one who gets kicked out, it wasn’t even that she refused to elaborate but that she couldn’t. She seemed genuinely a little sad about it. I don’t think I want to know what happens. I was pretty gloomy today, but it was a decent day. I asked Rachel how long she’s been here, she said she’d been for about six years now, and that she got here at 16. She told me she still doesn’t know if she should call herself 16 or 22, because the community WAS in fact centuries old, and that the force behind it stopped permanent death and any aging, and the first group that ended up unexpectedly starting it are still the same age as they were when they started it. I’m already losing hope by the second, now that I know people have been here that long without getting out. Living that long sounds enticing, yet terrible at the same time. I can’t believe I got into this. ”
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“ Welp, turns out it’s not just people here. I don’t mean animals, those can come and go from here as they please it seems which was confirmed by Rachel. Some don’t even look like humans, but all of them are at least humanoid, and from what I’ve seen so far and heard they definitely aren’t people. Rachel says her friend liked them and wanted to have them here too, and then told me I’d find out when I asked about this “friend”. I don’t like that she tries to be vague. I’m kinda settling down now, not like there’s much of a chance I’ll get to stay out for long, but I’m still going to try to. I can’t wait until I get out of this place, no matter how nice it seems I can’t shake the feeling something’s wrong with it. ”
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“ I notice that a lot of the not-people look close to humans, like two of them - sisters I’ve heard - would look completely normal if it weren’t for their black legs and feet, plus one of them can actually do something weird I’ve heard. Never met the two, so I don’t know. And a little girl, only her eyes look different, otherwise I would’ve guessed she’s just another normal little kid. I notice a lot of them are young too, so far the ages I’ve been told are 5-19 year olds. I wonder where they came from? ”
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“ The house I’m staying in is still pretty barren. If this takes a while with no luck, I think I’ll at least paint the walls so I don’t have to stare at off-white every time I don’t want to go outside. Other than that, this place is actually quite nice, I like staying in it. I’m glad I got here, but still, I’d rather be back home. I don’t think this place will ever become normal to me, but at least I’m getting used to it. I just want to be back home. ”