July 24th, 1985
Wednesday. No sign of them. I can see Rudy splitting on us, but not Sam. She's too responsible. Fuck, I must be going crazy. And with what I witnessed at the bonfire, I probably am...but I'm not taking any chances. I should have gone to Dansby on Monday, but...I thought I was being too rash. Phil showed back up, didn't he? Yeah, well, I'm not wasting any more time. I'm going into town tonight to speak with the Sheriff. There's more to his story about this place than he's letting on. We've got to get the authorities out here.
I feel so fucking ashamed for not acting on this sooner. I just wanted this camp to work out. Now...I fear something terrible is happening. DH