I'm driving down the road that is curving through the woods. This makes no sence. The map says that I should be going through the town right now. I see an area to pull off the road ahead so I pull over to look at the map again. Maybe I made a wrong turn.
I pull out the map and check to see if I'm lost. But I'm right where I should be. So I step out to get some fresh air and think. There should be a pack house at least somewhere around here. But I've seen nothing but woods for twenty miles. Just then a thought pops into my head. Maybe the journal has some info. It wont hurt to look.
I lean through the car window and grab the journal out of the bag. I sit on the trunk of the car and open up the journal. I skim through until I see an entry about Grandma and Grandpa Starr.
"When you thin
