Untitled Diaries

*Warning: This story contains sensitive topics such as human trafficking and some descriptions and mentions of gore. Read at your own discretion*

Day 01:

Everything seems to be out of control. There are no pathways leading to the right path. What is the right path anyway? I don’t know, I have already lost myself. But when did I lose myself? Maybe it was along the way. Or it could have been at the start. Heck! It could have been before I even started this crazy thing to begin with!

Day 02:

Cold. It is cold here. It is really funny, I believe. It is cold but it is summer here. The sun is shining so brightly, but it is cold. Maybe it's the AC but then again, I don’t have an AC. I only have a fan that barely works. I’m shivering right now and I’m having a good time, surprisingly. But it's cold, very cold.

Day 03:

I haven’t seen my friends in a while. I really miss hanging out with them. I really love when we go out to eat something or mess around with Aunt Percy saying that her cat is possessed. I really miss laughing with them. I guess I can’t do that now huh? I have lost contact with them and they don’t even see me anymore. It is sad I know, but I really wish I could just see them one more time………...I guess it is not possible anymore, for they are no longer my friends, but as the days go on, they seem more like strangers to me…………..I don’t wanna forget.

Day 04:

Man….When am I ever going to go outside. It is so cramped in here. I don’t like it. Just recently I moved out of my old house. I decided it would be a good idea to explore new places. What a bad idea it was. I ended up renting the worst house in existence. It is so small and cramped, I can barely move around freely. It feels like a prison cell. The good thing is that at least people do come and visit me once in a while. It's nice. I’ve seen many bring flowers to my neighbors. I hope one day, someone will bring me flowers too. They better be tulips, daisies, and most importantly pink roses. I hear crying next door, I hope nothing bad happened. :(

Day 05:

It is dark today. I believe it's because of an eclipse that is happening right this instant. I wish I could see it with my own very 2 or rather 1 eye. Funny story, I lost my left eye to a meat grinder. That story will be for another occasion…The scar is cool looking so I guess it isn’t that bad.

I’m bored out of my mind D: Wait...I hear something. Haha, I guess my neighbor is having a party. I hear music outside, but why is it sad?

Day 06:

I hear digging.

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I can breathe.

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...It's bright.

Day 07:

Today I was visited by an old friend. We used to be close in middle school but it all changed when high school came around. I’m surprised they haven’t forgotten about me. Although, they won’t stop asking me questions. Who do they think I am, google? Also, why is their room so dark? The only light source are the candles that they lit up. It's weird. I think they forgot to pay the electric bill. Silly old friend. I feel tired. Maybe we can continue this interrogation some other time.

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That doll seems nice, maybe it will help me sleep better.

Day 08:

Screams. All I can hear are screams at the moment. They seem to be coming from behind me.

I just turned around, there were people, but they left. It seemed as though they were in a hurry. But why were they screaming?

I feel cold again. My hair seems to be a mess as well. I don’t have a brush but I can borrow one. I just “borrowed” a hairbrush from my neighbor. I hope they don’t mind. I guess their friends apparently were bothered by it as they began to get furious at the poor little boy that just happened to pass by. I believe I have seen the little guy visiting his relatives. I think they live a few lanes from here. I wonder what he will do with that rope in his hands?

Day 09:

I don’t like what I’m hearing. I don’t believe them. Never trust false information kids. It will rot your brain. I don’t trust whoever told me this. They seem suspicious. Yeah, that's it, they are suspicious indeed. They look so sketchy. They even told me I’m not supposed to be here. What nonsense. I bought this myself. With my own money. I can be here whenever I want. I feel cold again and my face looks pale. I should have eaten something before meeting with this suspicious person. I’m hungry and cold.

Day 10:

S…...help!

This appears to be the diary of someone. Forgive me for writing in it. The name is Detective 408. I am working on, was on the case of Sol Yuni. I am here to “update” this diary and inform it’s spirit that Sol Yuni...is dead.

-Detective 408, June 22, XXXX 5:38 p.m

Entry 1:

I have never done something like this before. I guess there is a new experience for anything and everything.

Hello, I am Detective 408. For privacy reasons I will not state my real identity. (kind of weird assuming that this is in fact confidential information that is being written in here).

I am currently working on a case of a missing person, Sol Yuni. They were last seen at Midway road 74 at 4:30 p.m. before their disappearance. I still don’t have any other clues other than where they were. I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. But, this is no big deal, I have dealt with cases like this, so this one shouldn’t be as complicated.

-Detective 408, June 7, XXXX Tuesday.

Entry 2:

A new clue has been presented. It appears to be a diary of some sort. It only has a full page written. I hope I can get something useful out of this.

The owner of the diary seemed to have been taking track of the days that flew by and various thoughts they had in mind. None of this is useful, but it is crucial in order to figure out who this person really is. Who really are you, Sol Yuni?

-Detective 408, June 8, XXXX Wednesday.

Entry 3:

The diary is quite strange. Yesterday it only had one full page, but now a new entry or “day” has appeared. That is certainly something I should look into. Maybe the diary is the clue to solving this case.

-Detective 408, June 9, XXXX Thursday.

Entry 4:

I was right about the diary being crucial for this case. I have just witnessed it write words on its own. I was going through the diary, looking for something that could help me when suddenly, a new page started writing words on its own. I am not a skeptic but, I believe something supernatural is happening here. My biggest guess is that the owner of this diary is already dead. I really hope that isn’t the case. I want to find them and bring them home safe and sound. I really hope my suspicions aren’t correct.

-Detective 408, June 12, XXXX Sunday.

Day 11:

Sol Yuni? What is a Sol Yuni? What is this place? Am I the “spirit”? What is happening? I am so confused.

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I’m sorry...I’m so so sorry. I didn't mean to….

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My apologies, I have been acting weird lately. You know when your brain lags out or when suddenly you feel as if you are on “airplane mode”, yeah, that happens to me sometimes. I tend to...

GLItCH

sometimes.

It seems as though I made a new friend. They are weird, it appears. They have numbers for a name. I find that endearing. I am very confused by what you said before. I am here to tell you I am very much alive. I don’t know who this “Sol Yuni” is, but I have reason to believe that they might still be alive. But….please don’t leave me here alone if this isn’t what you are looking for.

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...I am lonely. :(

Day 12:

I remember….

I remember a time when I was cold.

Really cold.

I believe I was a little kid. A 9 year old I believe. I remember running through my house and seeing someone open the front door. I seemed to be delighted to see them as I leaped into their arms. It felt...warm. A few minutes later, I found myself in a moving vehicle. I looked outside the window and saw trees. Lots and lots of trees. I believe I can still hear the voice of the same person who I hugged saying, “We are almost there. The Grand Lake of Silence”.

I feel cold again. I wonder why? My memory stops right there. I want to remem-

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...I feel lonely :’( Where are you 408?

Entry 5:

Day 06. What happened that day? This morning I saw the diary write itself again. Day 06. It is a pretty ominous diary entry. Is Sol Yuni underground? Is that where she is held captive? Is there barely any air to breathe? Why is she there? Is it so dark she can’t see a thing? Has she been outside? Is she buried underground? This diary entry is very intriguing, but it only leaves me with many more questions than answers. The more I read it, the more it seems like my suspicions of her being dead are becoming more true. That terrifies me. I don’t want to return them to their family in a casket. I don’t like dealing with grieving families. They aren’t the best to be around with, especially if you have been working on their missing child’s case.

-Detective 408, June 14, XXXX Tuesday.

Entry 6:

Detective 408 signing in to tell or rather write down new clues I have discovered. One of my coworkers found a bystander that happened to “witness” the disappearance of Sol Yuni. According to them, Sol Yuni was seen walking barefooted at Midway road 74 at 4:30 p.m. Sol Yuni, according to the witness, seemed to look like a 28 year old female who wore a big green jacket with a white oversized t-shirt and denim shorts. Sol Yuni also appeared to have bags under her eyes and a bruise found near her left eye. Before she disappeared, Sol Yuni had something in her hands. I believe that she must have dropped those items as the witness explicitly said that they turned away for a moment and when they turned back around, they saw Sol Yuni had disappeared from their sight and in her place lay a book and something else. So far, I know that the book is the diary that writes itself. I need to go over the scene of the crime again and look for the other object that Sol Yuni must have dropped. It could have been her phone, which would be very helpful in finding her.

-Detective 408, June 20, XXXX Monday.

Entry 7:

Detective 408 here. I am here to report that the other item appeared to be a key.

-Detective 408, June 21, XXXX Tuesday.

Day 13:

I shall now present to you my artistic skillz. ←see what I did there. I put a “z” instead of “s” >:D

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:O :0 :^ -(o-0)- XD \|^u^|/ D:<

;) 0_0 -^- $3$ \|^n^|/ >:D :3

~(.>.)~ .o. o.o 0x0 :l /(=>=)\ q:

I know, I know. I am a born artist :D... 0-0 I just realized something. From now on, I shall draw more of these expressions. Yeah! That sounds like fun. It will bring life to these meaningless words that I write in here hehe. Well….I guess not meaningless, the words do create interesting sentences. I remember writing and doodling a lot on my school notes when I was young.

Such great memories :)

What type of notebook did you own back in school 408?

Or maybe you are still in school.

I know not to underestimate others. Children can be very bright intellectuals y’know.

Entry 8:

Detective 408 here to report my progress on case #9785.

Victim: 28 year old female

Name: Sol Yuni

Appearance: Big green jacket, oversized t-shirt, denim shorts, baggy eyes, and a bruise located under her left eye.

Last seen: Midway Road 74, 4:30 p.m.

Affiliation: N/A

Family: Mr. and Mrs. Jura and Percy Frieh

Friends: N/A

Items found: A diary and a key.

That is all I can share thus far. I will continue to try and think of many possible ways a key could fit into the grand picture. Too bad it wasn’t a cell phone, that would have been helpful. Let us not lose hope, Sol Yuni will be found alive and well….

The Diary just started writing itself again.

Days 7-9 just appeared on new pages. I’ll have to read those immediately. Maybe this time, these entries would prove to be more useful.

-Detective 408, June 21 11:50 p.m. XXXX Monday.

Entry 9:

Just now what was that?

Detective 408 here to give my(almost) daily report on Sol Yuni. It seems as though my suspicions were indeed correct. I wish I was lying, but this is the reality of things. I just don’t know how I’ll get out of telling Sol Yuni’s parents these types of news. I really want to avoid being the bearer of bad news. How do I tell them that their daughter is dead?

In all honesty, I have worked on cases in which the victim is found dead, but I was never the one to bring the bad news. I have seen how parents or people can react to that sort of news.

I’m scared. I need to snap out of it. I am a detective and I can’t allow personal feelings get in the way of my work.

Sorry about earlier. I just couldn’t bottle anymore emotions any longer. You know, this feels therapeutic in a way. I have never written in a journal before. I’ve only typed my life away at the agency. It feels nice to write my findings in a notebook. It makes me feel as if I could spill my whole life story, dreams, aspirations in these pages….

I can’t get off track. Back on topic, these new “days” have confirmed my suspicions of Sol yuni being dead. Sol Yuni has mentioned how cold they felt, cramped spaces, cries, sad music outside, underground, and people freaking out at the sight of her. Her being dead becomes more and more obvious the more this diary reveals. I believe I should let it’s spirit know that they are no longer alive. I….I am kind of excited to say the least. I’m a skeptic(as mentioned before) and now I get to “interact” with the supernatural. It is a new experience indeed.

-Detective 408, June 22 XXXX Tuesday.

Entry 10:

Detective 408 here to give my daily report on Sol yuni.

She...she responded to me…

I informed the spirit of Sol Yuni that they are dead. This was on “day” 10 in the diary.

I am curious as to what the “S” stands for and why is Sol Yuni asking for help?

My boss just called me...They told me to drop this case since I am no longer working on it. That will not stop me from solving it though. I am determined to solve her case.

She responded to me with a new diary entry, “Day 11.” Apparently, this spirit does not know who Sol Yuni is. Maybe they forgot about their past life. Who is Sol Yuni apologizing to? She mentions she glitches at times. How do ghosts/spirits glitch? She is lonely as well. I don’t think I can leave her alone now. This is crucial for me. Maybe I can help this spirit regain its memories and get them to tell me what exactly happened to them. It is the only way I could think of the moment. This is perfect! Sorry mom, I know I promised to not mess with the supernatural, but this is crucial to solving this case. If I solve this one case, I can solve many more cases similar to this one in the future. I am one step closer to solving Sol Yuni’s case.

-Detective 408, June 23 XXXX Wednesday.

Entry 11:

Detective 408 here to give my new daily report since I had been dismissed from the case.

It appears that Sol Yuni had gotten lonely and started writing more about what she remembers. I don’t know how her trip to a lake as a nine year old would help me but it does give me more insight on who she was. I do wonder, who was that person she was with? Was it her dad? Mom? Older sibling? It could have been a neighbor or friend or family member.... I need some time to rest. I haven’t slept in over 72 hours due to me chasing dead ends. I’ll continue this tomorrow. Maybe even the day after. I’m tired...very tired.

-Detective 408, June 24 XXXX Thursday.

Day 14:

I wonder where the key is? I-I don’t know why I thought of a key but it feels as though it is very important. Hmmm…oh well. Anywho, I remember something else about my childhood. I was about 12 years old at the time and I was babysitting Aunt Percy’s cat, Joju. I don’t know why she named her cat Joju but I find it to be a cute name. Back on topic…I was looking for Joju’s food when I found this interesting contraption. It appeared to have blades of sorts or maybe they weren't blades…

I remember now! I think it was the machine Aunt Percy used to make her famous vegan hamburgers(side note: the hamburgers were not vegan XD). I think it's called a meat grinder? I remember playing around with it when…I did something, something I shouldn’t have done…please help me…

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Entry 12:

Detective 408 here. It has been quite a while since I have written anything down in these pages. I don’t feel like writing a report. There have been so many roadblocks and dead ends that make me feel as if it is impossible to solve this case. I just-wait…the diary has written a new entry. I’ll update on what I found later.

Turns out it was just Sol Yuni entertaining themselves. I guess I could answer her question in my journal. This question is found on Day 13. My notebook back in high school was all organized. Very organized to the point I made a small business out of it. I used to sell my notes for $10. It was a very fruitful business that it helped many who struggled to keep up or those who skipped school. Another thing, I am currently 26 years old. I don’t know why I felt the need to write that down. I believe that in a way this diary entry helped me. I feel a little more hopeful of finding the truth.

-Detective 408, June 30 XXXX Wednesday.

Entry 13:

Detective 408 here to update on the undercover continuation of case #9785. I have developed a few theories while looking at this case file. So far this could be seen as running away or kidnapping but there are many factors that cancel those theories out. For example, if it was indeed running away, the victim would have at least left a note behind or have requested assistance from someone. The victim could have also been seen using the CCTV cameras. None of that was found. Not the footage at least. If it was a kidnapping, the victim would have probably shown some sort of resistance but as I mentioned a few entries back, the witness only saw the victim and no other suspicious behavior. If only they hadn’t turned around, this case would have been much easier to resolve. No time for regrets now. Moving on…

So sorry for the sudden interruption, I just received a call from a colleague. He said that they need me to work on another investigation. An undercover auction house. I am not sure why this case seems to be very urgent but I'll have to pause this invention for now. I’ll update you on any new findings that I collect.

-Detective 408, July 2 XXXX Friday.

Day 15:

Little fish in the big pond,

Where have you gone?

I searched the ocean,

I searched the lakes,

But you are nowhere to be seen.

Where have you gone?

Little fish in the big pond?

Did you like it? I remember my mother used to sing me this little piece when I was young. I still remember her lovely voice as she rocked me back and forth to the rhythm of the song. I believe I feel like the fish…lost. I don’t know where I am yet, I do. It is very strange. I believe I should continue the memory or story I was talking about previously. I was playing around with the meat grinder when Joju suddenly scratched my leg. I remember feeling something trickle down my right leg. It felt warm and sort of dense. When I looked down, I saw it was blood. Seeing the sight of blood scared me immensely that in the middle of panicking, my hand was almost lost to the meat grinder. I’m just glad I didn't grind my own hand. That is it. From that day onwards, I told myself to never get close to the meat grinder whenever I babysit Joju and to always feed him.

I believe you thought that was the story of how I lost my left eye to a meat grinder but that wasn't until…Under the bed lies a trap door that leads to a basement. Not a normal basement, but a basement of horrors.

Entry 14:

De-Detective 408 here to report. I apologize in advance but the case I was assigned to just disgusted me to my very core. Before I continue with Sol Yuni’s case, I have to tell you about this recent case. The undercover auction house turned out to be a slave auction. Not just any slave auction but a children’s slave auction. The worst part of it all was that the chief director of my station turned out to be involved in all of this. He was in charge of locating missing or orphan children and prepared them for the auction. He did say he wasn’t working alone and ratted out a few. Such a coward. All of this for money. Some children were able to be rescued and others couldn’t make it. All culprits but one, were detained and sentenced to 40 years in prison. There is something peculiar about this case though. When the chief director was ratting out the ones behind this atrocity, he mentioned that he and another worked on the same task. The only clue we have to catching this other criminal is that they always wore an oversized dark green jacket and a mask that only showcased the mouth area. He also mentioned that the person was a few centimeters taller than him. Thinking about it, Sol Yuni had an oversized green jacket when she disappeared. Maybe the missing culprit of this case and Sol Yuni’s case have something in common. As much as I’d like to continue with Sol Yuni’s case, I believe this case is much more important. I have an opportunity to catch this evil person and make them rot in jail. Possibly even figuring out if these two cases relate to each other in any way. I really hope I catch them and be able to secure many lives in the future.

-Detective 408 July 10, XXXX Saturday.

Day 16:

I am very confused. I just heard children’s cries again. This place is filled with grieving children. So many that bring ropes and shovels. Others even bring flowers or food. I know it's not for me. I have come to accept my reality. As much as I don’t want to acknowledge it. I am…dead. Maybe I can find this Sol Yuni person 408 has been talking about. Maybe I can help them in a way. I don’t remember my name though. How will I introduce myself to Sol Yuni?

Day 17:

A silver key. I see a silver key. Well more like an image of a silver key. I wonder where that key fits? Something tells me I shouldn’t try to find the answer. Why does it feel ominous? I just realized that my home is a coffin. : / No wonder I always felt cramped here. This is weird…I just came to terms that I am dead but it doesn't feel that way. I guess part of me is still in denial. 408, wherever you are, please come find me. That way we can become friends and be able to talk with each other. You haven’t replied to me. That last thing you wrote down was the news of me being dead and Sol Yuni. I just realized. I can communicate with 408 0^0. I wonder how I can communicate with 408? but I am very happy. It makes me feel a little less lonely :) When will you reply to me 408?

Entry 15:

Detective 408 here. I am planning to tell Sol Yuni’s parents that their daughter is dead. The only evidence I have of her death is the diary but even my colleagues don’t know that the diary is currently in my possession. I have to figure out a way I can tell them. It is the only way I can get them off my back for a while. They found out that I have been dismissed from the case and got furious. They only trust me since I was the only one who never gave up on their case. I do feel bad. In recent days I have been pestered by so many phone calls, I just want to run away from it all.

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I apologize. I got sidetracked once again. I will continue with what I wanted to write down originally. Case #9790; Children undercover auction house. I have discovered more clues. What I found certainly was disturbing. While investigating the auction house, I found a secret passageway that led to an exit. The passageway reeked of a foul stench which turned out to be rotting flesh from children who tried escaping. I still can’t comprehend how people can do this to children. In the passageway I found another key. A golden key. It looks similar to the silver key from Sol Yuni’s case. My hunch tells me that these two keys have something in common and I believe it gives me reason to believe that there is indeed a connection within these two cases. Cases #9785 and #9790. Maybe Sol Yuni discovered the auction house and was silenced right after? The more I think about it, the more my brain can’t comprehend how she could have been involved in all of this. Could she have something to do with the missing culprit?

-Detective 408, July 12 XXXX Monday.

Entry 16:

Detective 408 here. It has been awhile since I have checked up on the diary. It appears that days 14 and 15 have been admitted. I’ll go ahead and read them. I’ll update you on what I find.

I can’t believe my eyes. She almost got her hand mutilated! I felt so worried about her when I read that part but I am relieved to read that she suffered no danger aside from a scratch. I was kind of hoping to find out how she lost her left eye. Left eye…I remember something that the witness said. A bruise under her left eye. That is weird. If Sol Yuni truly lost her left eye, how would the witness be able to see it. Maybe she bought a fake eye. Any who, at the end of day 15, Sol Yuni wrote down something peculiar. Underneath her bed lies a trapdoor that leads to a basement. A basement of horrors. What could this mean…No way…Could this basement be the answer to all my questions? The silver key! I finally found a use for this key. I’ll have to go to her house and run an inspection of her room. This is great I finally got a concrete lead! I know her parents would be onboard but I’ll tell them in advance just in case. I should also bring the golden key with me.

-Detective 408, July 16 XXXX Friday.

Day 18:

I feel uneasy. ^~^

I don’t know why. It feels as though someone is going through my secrets. I remember something. A green jacket. My favorite jacket. It was a light green oversized jacket that always smelled like mint. I miss that jacket. I miss my home. I miss everyone :’( The Grand Lake of Silence. That used to be my favorite place until something happened. I was 10 at the time and I still remember shivering and coughing so much blood spewed out XD I’m sorry. It wasn’t funny. Turns out I had drowned in the lake. Michael. He threw me in…I know why but I don’t remember…I know I know I know I know I know I know I know.

I’m tired. Maybe I'll remember the reason why after I take a short nap. I’m tired, hungry, lonely and cold.

Day 19:

408 here. I am not sure what to write here. Umm…I have decided to receive assistance from you Sol Yuni. So If you are reading this please respond to me in the next entry or day. -Detective 408, July 20 XXXX Tuesday 4:55 pm

408! ^w^ I have been waiting for you :D There is so much I want to talk to you about but what is it that you need help with? Does it have something to do with Sol Yuni? Why are you calling me Sol Yuni? Is that my name? It doesn’t feel like my real name though -_- But, it doesn’t feel foreign either ?~?

Day 20:

408 here. Yes I am in need of your assistance. I have made a few discoveries ago that I alone can’t decipher. Erm…I forgot to mention, this is classified information so don’t let anyone else know about this. -Detective 408, July 20 XXXX Tuesday 5:15 pm

Classified information? Are you a detective? You need my assistance? There is so much I don’t understand but I am happy to help ^v^ Also, I don’t know if you know this but I am dead -_- Who am I gonna tell? The grim reaper?

408 here. Erm. no. I just thought you might have some ghost friends. You never know. Anyhow, can you tell me where you are? Or if you remember anymore people from when you were alive? It is important that you tell me in order to solve this mystery. -Detective 408, July 20 XXXX Tuesday 5:20 pm

I don’t know where I am. My body and soul are detached from each other. Sometimes I’m in limbo and sometimes I’m inside my coffin. Rarely can I see the outside. Those are the times I see children around.

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I remember something. Not so long ago, an old middle school friend dug me up if I remember correctly. From that day onwards I believe I turned into an earth ghost. What I mean by that is that I am capable of ‘haunting’ other humans\(^.^)/ It has been fun. I’ve been doing that whilst waiting for you to reply. Remembering my life from when I was alive is hard to do. It is weird actually. There are random days in which my brain goes overdrive and a sudden gust of memories flood my physical body. It happens a lot which is why I barely inhabit that body.

408 here. I see. Well it would be too much to ask for but will you be willing to continue to inhabit your physical body. In my investigations I have used your memories in order to find a missing person, Sol Yuni. Though I believe they are dead, it would still be helpful to receive any sort of information. I have reason to believe her disappearance has something to do with another case I am currently working on. -Detective 408, July 20 XXXX Tuesday 5:29 pm

Entry 17:

Detective 408 here. I’m glad I brought the golden key with me. Turns out the silver key didn’t open the trapdoor underneath the bed. The bed wasn’t Sol Yuni’s either, it was her younger brother’s bed. I wasn’t aware of Sol Yuni having any siblings but it turns out that he died when he was just 5 years old and Sol Yuni was just 9 years old. I asked about more details of his death and Mrs. Yura told me that he died by drowning in a lake. She said it was The Grand Lake of Silence. I know it is insensitive of me to ask such questions but in doing so I received more information. I remember that on day 12 in the dairy, was the first time Sol Yuni mentioned that lake. It fits with the fact that she wrote down that she was 9 when she visited the lake. There is one thing I don’t understand. Mrs. Yura said that they were already at the lake when it happened but their daughter was nowhere to be seen. Who picked up Sol Yuni?

I am starting to get sidetracked here. It turns out that the trapdoor didn’t lead to a basement but a bunker. I assume it must have looked like a basement to Sol Yuni. The bunker was really dark though. I could barely see anything and unfortunately for me, I forgot to bring a flashlight. I found two things near me. One is a small box with a combination lock. I will need to find a set of 5 numbers in order to open this. The other, an old flip phone. I don’t know what to make of this but I have already received approval from the Jura family if I were ever to return to investigate more. I assure you I will return and the next time I do, I’ll make sure to be fully prepared.

I believe it is time I request assistance from beyond the grave.

-Detective 408, July 18 XXXX Sunday.

Entry 18:

Detective 408 here. I decided to look into the phone first. It took me a while to decipher how this thing works but I managed. I have never had a flip phone before so this is new to me. I was afraid of deleting any important information but I managed…somehow. I had found old pictures but not of people. The pictures were of different locations. One image was a picture of a swing set at a park. Another was a picture of a local elementary school just a few blocks away from the Jura household residence. Almost all images were of locations that were associated with children. There was one image in particular that took my attention. The image of a street sign. ‘706 avenue’. I decided to drive to that street and found myself driving towards The Grand Lake of Silence. Once I arrived at the lake I found a single picnic table. It looked old and about to fall apart. It seems as though no one knows where this place is unless you drive very deep in this road. I also found contact information in this device but when I tried calling, I was sent to voicemail or the number no longer was available. I tried looking at the messages but the phone stopped working. With all this information, cases #9785 and #9790 are most definitely connected. I didn’t want this to be a possibly but, Sol Yuni could have been conspiring with the people who sold children at slave auctions. She could have also followed their trail and took pictures as evidence as well. But As i mentioned before, there are no people present in those images. This is all making me confused. Was Sol Yuni good or bad? Is she the missing culprit?

-Detective 408, July 22 XXXX Thursday.

Entry 19:

Detective 408 here. I remembered that I had missed a few days. I believe they are days 16-18. I just got very caught up with everything else that I had forgotten to read those entries. I am such a fool for not reading these sooner. I have more information on Sol Yuni now or is it even Sol Yuni that communicates with me? The Grand Lake of Silence has been mentioned once again. This time the ghost was 10 years old when she drowned in the lake. It is also the first time they mentioned a name. Michael. Who is Michael? They also mentioned that the name Sol Yuni doesn’t feel foreign to them. Maybe Sol Yuni was a friend of theirs? An acquaintance? Children. Why would the ghost mention children? Why are there children where they are? Is the ghost in some sort of cemetery? Maybe Sol Yuni had other siblings. I wasn’t aware of her little brother till recently so maybe she could have also had another unknown sibling? Maybe I am reading too much into this.

4:16 pm

I can’t find the flip phone! I don’t know where it went. I remember putting it on top of my desk and now it's gone. I needed to investigate it further. I am glad I transferred some information onto my computer but, the phone gone missing must be a good sign. This could mean that the perpetrators feel threatened and are now on the lookout. This is perfect. Now I know that I am going through the right direction. I will have to resume this some other time, A colleague is calling.

Detective 408, July 23 XXXX Friday 5:33 pm.

Entry 20:

Bad news.

Detective 408 here. I have been discovered. My colleague had called me yesterday in order to warn me from a potential break in. Turns out he was just preparing me for a visit from the agency. Agent 665 and Agent 340 had come in to warn me to not continue with this investigation. If I did not, I would get fired and make sure I don’t ever get accepted into a high pay job. This means that I can’t continue on with Sol Yuni’s case. I had tried explaining the reason as to why I never stopped but they wouldn’t listen. I tried to show them the diary but the diary had stopped writing itself ever since I had a small conversation with the ghost. I told them I would stop and they believed me. They also made sure I attend next week’s meeting in order to discuss more about case #9790. One thing is certain. I will not stop trying to uncover the truth. Case #9785 is no longer just a case to me. I am genuinely curious about this case. The fact that it correlates with case #9790 and an older case are of most importance. I will resume my private undercover investigation after the meeting. I just hope the past doesn't repeat itself. That is why I won’t ever give up. I shall continue investigating even if it costs me my life.

-Detective 408, July 24 XXXX Saturday.

Day #!*&^$

A little boy and a little girl running around a lake. Parents smile. Little boy drowns. Little girl nowhere to be seen. Little girl travels through the woods. A big hut in the middle of an opening. A strange man. A strange woman. Little girl is scared. She screamed but no one heard. She ran away. Little girl got back to her parents. Little boy was found dead. Little girl panicked and tried to revive him. Nothing worked. Little girl cried out loud. Parents comfort, “It will be alright. He is in a safer place so please don’t cry my little flower. Its alright Sol, it's alright.”

Day 21:

Someone died. I remember someone dying :( A little boy. He drowned in a big lake. I didn’t see it happen but it happened. I remember crying while hugging his cold corpse. I was a little girl back then. I-I don’t want to remember anymore. This isn’t the worst memory I have. If anything, it is nothing compared to other memories. I don’t want to remember them but, 408 needs me. I have to remember or…I guess I could tell you about this one memory.

I was 20 years old at the time when this happened. I think I almost died in my thirties? Anyways, I was walking around the neighborhood taking pictures. There was no one in sight. I remember stumbling upon a road. I took a picture of its sign but I never dared to go deep into that road. Something about it terrifies me. I think it leads to a lake but the lake isn’t the thing that terrifies me. It’s the woods that do. In the woods…I don’t think I can do this anymore >m< That memory brings chills down my ghostly spine. There is something I should confess. These recent memories aren’t-

Day 22:

408! I have a really interesting memory for you! >W< I was drinking coffee while looking at my phone and I remember staring at this one image with a set of numbers on it. 145-93. I don’t know what they mean. They feel important though because of how familiar they feel. Maybe you found something that requires numbers. I hope this can help.-friendly diary ghost :D

Day 23:

I wonder where I left my mask? I think I remember having a black face mask. I used to wear it everywhere I went because I didn’t like others looking at my face. Mostly due to the scar on the left eye. Wanna know how big the scar is? It looks as if someone carved out my eye in a very messy way and cut part of my cheek in order to completely get the eye out. Every time I look at that eye, all I see is a gaping hole. I think the doctors told me that it would be impossible to get an eye transplant :( I don’t know how I survived an injury that great but I did. I do remember trying to look for alternatives. I tried using a fake eye but it wouldn’t fit. The hole is so big that it would be noticeable. I think I also wore an eyepatch but not all the time. I remember liking scaring people away. That way no one would dare bother me. -friendly diary ghost :D

Day 24:

It has been a while since I last heard of you 408. Where are you? In the meantime I guess I can wait some more. Did I have help? I mean if I received any help from when I was alive. I remember a guy named Michael, the one who pushed me in the lake. I know I said I drowned. I sure did. I was dead for a few seconds but was brought back to life thanks to the paramedics. After that, Michael kept on visiting me. He has always been by my side. If I remember correctly, Michael was my godfather. I forgave him for drowning me because I thought it was an accident. Or so he told me. I remember having Michael by my side till my last breath.

Day 25:

I ran away. I remember running away. It wasn’t the first time I ran away. I think this was before my death. I ran away from it all. I couldn’t handle it anymore. Why does it feel as if two people live in the same body...There is this name that repeats itself in the back of my head. A name that tries to reclaim ownership of its body, my body. The more I try to access memories in order to share them, the louder the voice gets. 408, could this voice be Sol Yuni?

Day 26:

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Someone killed me. That is all I can remember. I didn’t kill myself. I-I’m scared now. These memories are mostly recent memories. Memories of moments before I died. I’ll try to write down some other memories. That bed! Remember when- nevermind. I used to own a twin sized bed when I was still living with my parents. Inside the mattress I always hid a journal. That journal contains a lot of my secrets. 408, I trust that you collect that journal and read it. All pages except for page 45. That page is to never be read by anyone. Even you 408. Please do that. I hope that helps. That journal…I hope it's still where I left it.

Entry 21:

Detective 408 here to resume on case #9785. I apologize for the hiatus. It took some time and preparations in order for me to continue with this case. While I was away, I attended a meeting about case #9790. I am glad I was forced to attend due to me acquiring newly found information. Hair has been discovered in the passageway where I have found the golden key. Many procedures were made in order to confirm that the hair wasn’t one of the children’s. The results, the hair belonged to the missing culprit’s hair. The color of the hair was dyed marine blue but at its root it appeared to be light brown. I have a feeling the diary ghost would have at least some sort of memory that would help me with this. Thus far, I have found new found hope that I will be able to solve these two cases and perhaps receive a higher pay.

-Detective 408, August 5 XXXX Wednesday

Entry 22:

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Detective 408 here…

…I have no words to describe how I’m feeling at the moment. Am I perhaps feeling shocked? Scared? Furious? It took me a while but I was able to read the new diary entries. There was one diary entry in particular that seemed off. It seemed as if the ghost wasn’t the one who wrote it. Is it some sort of entity trying to tell me something? This entry will be the longest I have written down so I’ll prepare myself if I were you or me? I don’t know who will find my journal if something were to happen to me. Back on track, the first thing I will be discussing is the mysterious diary entry and day 21.

The mysterious entry seems to be telling a story about a young boy who died and a young girl who wandered off. This sounds like the story Mrs. Jura told me about her dead son. Both the stories include a young boy who died at a lake and a little girl who was nowhere to be seen. Could this be the same story told from different perspectives? There was a name in the story. Sol. Could this be Sol Yuni telling me the story? Day 21 seems to back up my claims. The ghost told me more or less the same story. But from their perspective. They seemed to have been holding the dead boy in their arms as they cried. But, at the end of the entry, the ghost didn’t finish their thoughts but I believe they wanted to say that the recent memories weren’t theirs. Another thing I now know about the ghost is that they are for sure female. I also have new information, the ghost and the missing flip phone are indeed connected. The ghost mentioned she went around taking pictures of her surroundings but the streets seemed to be empty, like a ghost town. The pictures could have been taken from the same flip phone or from another type of phone. One last thing in order to conclude this part is that she mentioned a forest. What could be in the forest that terrified the diary ghost? Could it be the hut in the woods mentioned in the mysterious entry?

I will now begin to talk about day 22. I finally have a set of numbers for the combination lock. I haven’t tried it yet, afraid that it might be wrong. It could be the same as the silver key situation. I’ll try to put in the code right now and write down if it worked or not. If I remember correctly the set of numbers provided was 145-93…It-it opened. I’m afraid to open the box now. But I have to. What is this? The box had another box and an envelope inside of it. This other box now requires a small key. Too bad the silver key won’t fit inside. Inside the envelope seems to be two images and an address. The envelope had the words, ‘Owl in the night’ written on the outside. One of the images is of two people with their faces cut off. The couple seemed to be posing in front of a street sign. Wait, I recognize that street sign. Its the same street sign that leads to The Grand Lake of Silence. The other image appears to be of an owl spying on its prey. I wonder what that could mean? The address on the piece of paper is, ‘449 Luna avenue’. That address seems to be outside of town. I will need to do some more research. Firstly, let’s talk about the images. Upon further investigation, I have found a message written in invisible ink on the second picture, the picture of the owl. It says, ‘You are 70% close to finishing. I recommend you start to pick up the pace if you want to finish on time c:’ What could this message mean? Is this some sort of special mission needed to be completed? Is the person receiving this message in debt and needs money in order to get out of it? Or could this message be sent to the missing culprit? It kind of makes sense. Maybe the missing culprit was on a tight schedule. Maybe this is an indication or a warning. A warning telling them to abduct more children if they want to be relieved or freed from this. Moving on to the other image. There was nothing found. It's just a normal picture. But I want to know why the faces were cut off. Perhaps it is the faces of the ones who sent the letter or…It could be the faces of the culprit’s family members and the cut off faces were some sort of warning like threatening their lives if the task wasn’t 100% done. Onto the mysterious address. The address appears in the next town in a secluded area. I found it on google maps and while exploring the area I found a swing set. The swing set appeared to have some sort of box in which people would insert messages. Maybe the next clue is found inside that small box. I will go to the address once my superious are reassured that I won't continue with this case.

Day 23 in the diary. I finally got to know more about the ghost’s left eye. I wish it was the story on how she got it. Moving on, the ghost and the culprit really love giving me headaches. There are so many coincidences that its impossible for them to be different people. First it was the green jacket. Both of them wore green jackets(including Sol Yuni). But the jackets were of different shades of green. Sol Yuni wore a green jacket, the culprit a dark green jacket and the ghost had a light green jacket. Why green? I got sidetracked with that comment there. The other thing is the mask. The culprit had a mask that only showcases the moth area whilst the ghost had a face mask(covering the mouth and nose area). It feels as if I’m looking at the same person but in alternate realities. Though that would be scientifically impossible. Now I’m curious to see what the scar looks like in person. If only I had the ability to see ghosts.

Day 24 in the diary. I now know who this Micheal character is. It appears he was the ghost’s godfather. I would have never guessed that. Why would the godfather deliberately drown their godchild? That sounds messed up. It would make sense if they had a bad relationship but that's not the case here. Let me backtrack a few moments. I completely missed this but, received help? What kind of help? Micheal helped the ghost do something? What was it? It seems that the ‘help’ was a long term thing. I don’t want to jump to conclusions but the more I read and re-read, the more it seems that the missing culprit is the one who is talking to me, the diary ghost. I could be wrong but it feels right. I’m not sure anymore.

Day 25 in the diary. What?! I am so confused. What does she mean when she says she is fighting for ownership of her body? What name is she hearing? Who is trying to reclaim the body? Why did the ghost run away? When was this? This entry only fills me with more questions. I’ll come back to it later when I have more information.

Last day written is Day 26. I can now confirm that the ghost was murdered. Could Micheal be the one responsible for her death. He did try to kill her once before. Also, are these memories recent? This is helpful indeed. I’ll also have to make a second visit to the Jura’s some time soon. The ghost did mention that they hid a journal inside of their twin size mattress. I wonder what could be written inside those pages? Why am I not allowed to read page 45? Why isn’t that page available for anyone? As much as I want to know, I'll respect the ghost’s wishes. I won’t read page 45 once I have that journal in my possession.

That is all. I will come back and write more on my findings. For now I’ll have to continue to lay low. Keep safe.

-Detective 408, August 10 XXXX Monday.

Entry 23:

Detective 408 here. I have just arrived from visiting the Juras. I was successful in retrieving the hidden journal so now I will write down some important clues that may help me. Note that not everything written here is completely copied from the journal. I’m only summarizing my findings and writing down ideas. The first thing that I found is that this journal is similar to the diary that writes itself in terms of writing style. This journal is also in the format of days and each entry is very inconspicuous. It feels as if this would be the journal of the ghost if they were alive. The handwriting is also similar to one another. I had thought that his journal would just give me the answers right away but I believe I was too hopeful. Continuing on, there has been a conversation written here with the owner of the journal whose name is written as S.Y and another named Owl. The conversation begins at page 36 and ends at page 45. I skipped page 45 as I promised but I wasn’t able to read the whole conversation because of it. One last thing I'll tell you before I stop writing is that there was an image attached to the front and back cover of the journal. I won’t be able to go into more detail due to my superiors keeping an eagle’s eye on me. I’ll explain more in detail about these findings and future findings in future entries.

Detective 408, August 12 XXXX Wednesday.

Entry 24:

Detective 408 here. I won’t waste any time and get straight to the point. I will be discussing the conversation between S.Y and Owl first and foremost since it's the longest one. This entry will only contain their first interaction that was written inside this journal. This is found in pages 36 and 37. The conversation starts by S.Y writing down day 40 and ‘I know you have been reading my journal’, Owl then replies with, ‘It wasn’t my intention to make it seem like a secret.’ You might be confused as to how I know who is writing and that is because of their different handwriting styles. S.Y seems to have a messy fast print type of handwriting and Owl has a more clean and sophisticated handwriting. Back on track, I’m pretty sure it’s obvious that Owl wanted S.Y to know that they were snooping around. I am not sure on the reason why but it seems to me that S.Y isn’t at all pleased with Owl. Then the conversation continues with S.Y writing down, ‘You think I’m that blind? I don’t know why or what you are doing but that won’t make me cave in.’ Owl then follows up with, ‘I know you won’t cave in easily. That’s the fun part. But unfortunately I am not allowed to fool around so I’ll need you to tell me.’ I am not sure what Owl wants from S.Y but it sounds serious enough to even want to make S.Y to cave in and tell them the information they want to acquire. S.Y continues, ‘Why would you want to know such useless information? I have already told you everything I know over the phone. Why aren’t you pleased yet?’ Owl replies with, ‘The useless information you speak of is the most important part which you haven’t told us. I know you know what will happen if you don’t, and even if you don’t feel threatened, I’ll make sure to take time out of my day to walk up to your front door, break in, and torture you till you tell me.’ After that treat, S.Y simply stopped writing. Owl took notice of this and in big bold letters he wrote on page 37, ‘Code Nightcrawler’. That marks the end of this conversation. Here are my thoughts on this, S.Y had some important information that Owl wanted to obtain but S.Y wouldn’t say anything. Owl also wrote down the word ‘us’ which led me to believe that Owl might not be the greatest threat to S.Y and that others are involved in this. It also appears that S.Y does not understand why the ‘useless’ information that they left out is very important. This Owl person does not seem like a pleasure to be around. Sorry I had to just write down how I felt or else I would have exploded with emotion. Ahem, let's continue. I have already speculated for S.Y to stand for Sol Yuni since the initials match up, but I could be wrong and that could stand for something else. For now I’ll think of S.Y as Sol Yuni since it is the safest bet I have at the moment. Owl could have been the one to send the letter that I have discovered a few entries back. I believe that could explain the image of the owl and the message written in invisible ink since both handwritings match each other.

I apologize in advance. I just heard glass break in the kitchen. I assure you that I live alone. I will go and investigate but not without carrying a weapon of course. See you later…if there will even be a later.

-Detective 408, August 13 XXXX Thursday 9:58 pm.

Day 27:

A sunflower field filled with joy. That’s what I remember. I saw a child bring sunflowers to a grave. The grave next to mine. I don’t know who resides in that grave but I know for a fact that the child holds them dearly. I remember learning about flowers and their different meanings. Maybe that’s why I love the flowers that I love. This child truly wants whoever is next door to be happy and to live a long life. This person must have been dear to them…I wonder…Am I dear to anyone? Do I matter to someone? Does someone hold me close to their heart? Those were always the questions that I asked myself throughout my whole life. Thinking back to memories I wish to erase from my physical mind forever, I don’t think I deserve to be remembered. I would be better off being forgotten. I can’t forgive myself for what I did. I can’t forgive them for what they did.

I remember a time when my godfather, Michael took me deep into a forest. A forest that resided right next to The Grand Lake of Silence. Once we were way in too deep, he made me follow him inside a big gap inside an old oak tree and through that gap I could feel the warmth of the sun and the gentle light breeze brush through my skin as I was mesmerized with the sight bestowed in front of me. There I was, In the entrance of a magical place. A sunflower field. I remember feeling very happy at that moment. I also remember Michael grabbing sunflowers and making them into two separate flower crowns. If I remember correctly the words he spoke that day were, “I wholeheartedly believe you can achieve a lot once you grow up. My little sunflower, may you live a long, prosperous, and happy life. May you never betray me for we are family.” I have never betrayed him since that day. But…I do remember someone else who did. Something that does not add up. When he spoke, he wasn’t only looking at me, he was also looking at someone else, someone taller than me. He gave that second sunflower crown to them. He also never called them sunflower. He always called them-I don’t remember who they were but, I have a feeling I was very close to this person.

Entry 25:

Detective 408 here. It has been a while since the diary was updated(by that I mean wrote something new). I haven’t been able to read it but I know it's Day 27. There are just so many things I have to look into. Why are there so many journals/diaries included in this case? I am beginning to get frustrated but what is a detective without having to feel frustrated once in a while. I have finally finished reading the journal that I found inside the twin sized mattress. I’ll name that journal, 'Nighttime Diary' so that it would be easier for me to organize things. There is a reason as to why I chose that name for that journal. I can’t bring myself to re-read it all over again, except for page 45 of course, but I don’t really have a choice. I believe I wasted enough time. I’ll begin to read the new diary entry. I’ll come back in just a few moments.

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…Another clue. ANOTHER CLUE! I-I can’t believe this?! I am finally moving forward :D I don’t have time for apologies. I believe the ghost has begun to influence me but that doesn’t matter right now. I know now that for sure the culprit and the ghost might not even be the same person after all. Well, maybe I am wrong but still. The fact that the ghost mentioned someone else besides her and her godfather were present is such a big win. That person could have been Sol Yuni or the missing culprit. I am very overjoyed with this discovery. And it makes sense(sorta). In Nighttime Dairy, there is also a mention of a sunflower field in the same exact location but the stories are different. The owner of this journal wrote that they were 12 years of age when they visited this place with two other people. They also mentioned that someone made a flower crown for them and that someone of a much shorter build(they mentioned they were 10 years old) was standing right next to them. They also spoke very bitterly about that day. But, they also mentioned that the one who gave them the crown was a man! SEE I TOLD YOU IT MAKES SENSE! It makes sense. I don’t think I can write calmly in this entry due to the amount of energy I had just received. For a moment I felt as if I was going insane! oh…I forgot to mention that nothing happened the previous night and that I’m alright. It was just some of my coworkers breaking into my house. I don’t know why but I can’t seem to care at the moment since I have finally connected some dots that don't include anything more. It just fits!

-Detective 408, August 14 XXXX Friday.

Entry 26:

What is inside my house?

Detective 408 here. I don’t know what to feel at the moment(once more). I will explain the situation to you. I was just reading the ‘Nighttime Diary’ when I felt eyes in the back of my head. When I turned around I saw a pair of eyes. At first I couldn’t believe what I just saw but once I rubbed my eyes and looked back again, the pair of eyes were gone. May I remark that there is a small window behind my desk. That gives me reason to believe that I am no longer alone. Someone is watching me. Someone does not want me to know or uncover the truth. The perpetrator is scared. I know this is more than enough reason to stop but, I can’t. If they are watching my every move, that only leads me to believe that I am most definitely going through the right track. I am not straying away from the truth. I am actually getting closer. The more danger I am in, the closer I am. So no matter what happens to me or anyone around me, I will continue moving forward. I apologize if this entry isn’t about either of the cases and it's just me relaying my thoughts on this book. I just felt like writing how I felt. As I have mentioned before, I had never had a diary or journal. I like this. I like writing how I feel on a piece of paper. Its….liberating…

-Detective 408, August 15 XXXX Saturday.

Day 28:

I feel my body moving. My physical body I mean. Someone is moving me. I suppose that could be either a good or bad thing. The good thing is that now I can see where I’m buried. The bad thing could be that I might disappear forever. I see a sign up ahead. It says, ‘Daycare Cemetery’. How odd. Why is it called daycare? I don’t understand. But somehow it feels as if I know what this place is exactly. It feels as though I have visited this place way too many times. Why can’t I remember that? I can remember other things like being surrounded by children. Why can’t I remember… I can’t see who is moving me. I can see my dead corpse being carried like a sack of potatoes. The person is wearing a mask. That mask looks very familiar. Why does a mask that only shows the mouth feel so familiar to me? Where have I seen that mask? The person is very muscular to say the least. I can tell they work out…or they might be implants. Who knows, I have met many people with implants. But they look so real. If only I could feel them then maybe I will know for sure. I’m so sorry :( I strayed away for a second there. Umm…I am now boarding a 1965 Ford Mustang. It looks like it recently had a paint job. I like the bright red color. It suits it. I love vintage cars. At least it isn't a minivan or something. I can’t see the plate number. Wait! I remember where I have seen that mask before! It was-

- 408 here. Please don’t stop! I need to find out more! Where have you seen that mask! I need to know! I need to know your whereabouts and more of your memories. Come on, I don’t have much time. They are watching my every move! Come on, ghost! Don’t fail me now! What happened to you?

Entry 27:

Detective 408 here. ( . _ . ) I don’t have the energy to deal with this. Why must this happen to me? I can’t believe the ghost left me on a cliffhanger. I need to know where they are taking her. I at least know where she was buried. I did some research before writing here and I found out that ‘Daycare Cemetery’ is a resting place for dead children. She was buried in a children’s cemetery. Why a children’s cemetery? What connection does the ghost have with children? I think she mentioned having memories of being surrounded by children. Was she a teacher at a daycare or something? It does not make sense. Was the person carrying her dead corpse the missing culprit? No, I don’t think so. The missing culprit was said to be tall and slim. The ghost did mention that the masked person was muscular. But then why were they wearing the exact same mask that the missing culprit owns? Are there more of those masks? Is it some type of uniform that they have? But I swear we caught all of the perpetrators in case #9790. Have a few of them escaped? Or was the person from some other organization that is affiliated with the culprits in case #9790. I wish someone could just give me the answers. Well…since I have arrived at a dead end, how about I continue to discuss more about ‘Nighttime Diary’? I will be discussing the front and back part.

The front cover. The front cover of the journal has an image attached to it. The image seems to be old and some parts are blurred out. There are two people side-hugging each other in this image. One appears to be taller than the other. One is most definitely female since they appear to be wearing a sunflower dress and the other appears to be in some sort of formal suit. Were they on a date? Or a party? I am not sure. Their faces are blurred out. The tall one is the woman and the shorter one is the man. Could this be Sol Yuni? I remember the Jura's mentioning that she had a big growth spurt during high school. That’s weird. Now that I think about it. The chief director that got caught mentioned that their partner in crime was indeed taller than them. I also remember hearing him mutter, ‘tch, that damned b!*** got away’. I can’t really write down the whole swear word but he usually refers to women as, y’know. Now I found another connection. I guess this gives me reason to believe that Sol Yuni was indeed involved in case #9790. How sad. How would her parents react to this?

The back side of the book. There was also an image attached to the back cover of the journal. The image was an unusual one indeed. It was an old map of The Grand Lake of Silence. There was a marked area. A forest nearby. And circled in a bright red color, is a small opening area inside the forest. Could that be the sunflower field? Or is it something else? I’ll have to go there to see for myself. I have searched the internet for newer versions of the map but there are no more. The image attached to the back is the newest. It hasn’t been updated since. I almost forgot to mention. There was a message written on the back side of the map. It says, “If you find this, whatever you do. Don’t ever come back! I warn you! You and I both know that this place is not ideal. Please, sunflower, escape. Go away! Our brothers and sisters will definitely miss you but you know what to do right? You can’t fail us now-----.” The name was scribbled on and now I don’t know who this message is for. Now I know that the marked area is where the owner of this journal escaped from. There are more? Did the owner of this journal escape at a young age? Wait! The mysterious entry! It mentioned a little girl wandering in a forest and finding a small hut! Could that be the place that it's talking about? Could the little girl be the one who escaped? I-

------Detective 408 will no longer be available. I apologize in advance but We have warned him to discontinue this investigation. This is Agent 506 putting an end to this investigation.

End of Part 1 of Untitled Diaries