Mιᥣᥕᥲᥙkᥱᥱ: What is happening?

February 16, 2000.
A few months ago, like.. one or two i moved with my family to some abandoned by hope town. We're on some.. uh... ¿ Forest? around Milwaukee, mississippi; it's kind of... too much ugly for me. The place is covered my police officers and old people, it's pretty bored.

The snow cover all this town, even the pretty river; it's freezing here. 

I want my home in kioto again, miss my buddies. 


April 9, 2000.

I was.. my god this is like, crazy! I was on the forest, driving my bike all chill and, well nvm, I find a car.

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There was an... a person, inside. It was a man, very young. The.. man was dead. His face was ripped off. 

I call the police inmediately, they arrive pretty soon afortunately.

One of the polices gave a blanket and explain me the situation. He was very kind and patient even if when he was evidently stressed. and was masked, so i don't remember his face at all, but im very gratefull though.

After, like.. five or ten minutes, can't remember very well, of discussing all the situation they asked me if i can show them the route i took from the forest.

IT WAS BONES THERE. HUMAN BONES.

They took me out of there and im.. i still feeling weird, my mum made me a tea and the masked police officer explain everything to her and that it wasn't secure to let me stay out of home at those hours. 

Im scared. I knew this place wasn't very secure for all the police officers around here but i.. wasn't expecting THIS kind of danger.