Journal Entry 22 - November 23rd, 1847
Last night, while standing around a fire, I could not help but feel that some soul far off was gazing upon us. The sensation has chilled the very marrow in my bones, and my spirit whispers that we are not alone. Although I wish to believe it is simply my own weary mind, the others have confessed to being affected by the same apprehension. And earlier, we stood mute, peering into the darkened woods a few yards off. Then, black, billowing clouds consumed the stars and swallowed the full moon from out of nowhere. And as the odious wind moaned, a ghoulish shriek stung our ears. This happened three or four times before ceasing altogether. We looked at one another, baffled. Perhaps things far worse than coach robbers hide within this melancholy vale.
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