Hello. My name is June Snow and i'm 16 years old. I'm writing this  just encase she doesn't get crazier then she already is and they find my dead body somewhere. This is my story. And if I managed to live through this mostly unscathed. All I need to do is hand this book to someone. But it's really ironic as a horror writer and here I am in the middle of a horror story. Normally in my stories the victim would write a sob worthy letter to someone they loved and leave it at that. But i'm a writer so I decided to just go ahead and write it all down...