The paranoia from last night has drifted away. Yet, the feeling lingered and the unknown circles me, I can't just relax and forget. I looked around the perimeter of our campsite looking for any tracks or objects left by any stalkers. Mike approached me and expressed a similar feeling of being watched. Two calm people both feeling paranoid at the same time for the same reason is no coincidence; there was definitely something watching us. I told him I planned to set up an old-fashion alarm around the perimeter to catch whoever it was. He told me to be careful and handed me a shotgun. It had been a while since I used one.
I wasn't sure if I had enough rope, but setting the alarm wasn't my main concern. Anything that was watching us would probably approach me since I'm alone now. I began setting up the trap with one hand working and the other on my gun. I didn't hear any footsteps, and see any moving shadows, but I turned around when I felt a change in how the wind was hitting me. There was no one there. I really thought someone was nearby.
It turned out I didn't have enough rope (I even attempted to use my shoelaces to extend it, but to no avail. I figured I'd leave up what I had finished and come back tomorrow (maybe). Perhaps the alarm will be of use. I returned to camp and sat down near the fire. Maybe it's the lack of sleep that's making me feel watched. As much as I wanted to ignore it, the feeling stayed and nothing else could occupy my mind. If it weren't Julie amputated arm, we'd be heading back now.
I continued looking and thinking about who could be watching us until nightfall. I didn't feel like going to sleep, but I wanted the paranoia to stop, even if for only a moment in sleep. I didn't get much of chance because Ann went missing. Mike and I found her at the lake crying. I told Mike I'd talk to her. I approached her and asked, "What're you doing out here?"
She cried a little more then looked up and said with a tearful tone, "Huh? I just felt like crying. That's all."
"About what?"
"I don't know. I just..."
She started crying again. I sat beside her and hug her. She never told me what she was crying about. I even tried asking her a few more times and I got the same answer. Maybe it's her time of the month or maybe she's just one of those people who cry for no reason. It doesn't matter to me. No one died.
We went back to camp and wrote this journal entry. I don't know why, but right now I don't feel so good. I don't feel sick; I feel a little sad now for some reason.
- Jack's Diary
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