Journal Entry 1
I have been watching him from a distance for some time now. I've been living out of the woods in hiding. The first couple of months I would barely even sleep for fear of being discovered. I am 20 years of age, female, and a virgin. My eyes are dark brown, hair is the same color but it looks almost black from filth build-up. I do believe my research team has forgotten me and left me for dead to rot. After the first month when I would return to the meeting spot for them to check up on me there would be no one there. I searched the piles of dead bodies around his house but haven't found any familiar faces. What he does, does not disturb me as much as it would anyone else since I have worked on studying what are known as "slashers" for a couple of years. I thought I was to be paid well and my family would be given money for their grievances in the event of my disappearance. I wonder if the order is keeping to thier promise. I ran out of food and have been hunting with crude hand made tools and whatever I had brought with me. I am becoming a savage but I now know most of the forest and lake. In the span of a year I am surprised he has not discovered me yet. The winters were dreadfully cold but I made do in a small cave that has now become my home. I kept myself warm with the furs of the animals I have killed and eaten. Its not much but its home now. I see things differently and often wonder if he has noticed me but pays me no heed as I am of no threat to his work and life style. Is he alive? Many had stated in the files that he has died on several occasions, the first time being when he was eleven. I had accepted the job thinking that I could do something to help him, thinking that perhaps he was lonely in this world all alone without anyone who cares. I've seen him conversing silently with a severed and mummified head. I remembered reading somewhere in one of the files that it was his mother's. He must have been close to her to create such a shrine.