Day 5: I repeat the cycle of the day when I awake. Say hello, eat donuts, drink coffee, tell my boss what I'm doing, and sit back in the same damned chair to watch the same damned footage. I'm just glad today will be shorter, but I fear what will happen. I feel a pit in my stomach as I watch this man do his routines. Yet it's different, he doesn't touch or do anything to the children or adults. He's got the crazed look in his eyes though, so something isn't right. Then the camera panned to each cabin where the kids looked like they hadn't slept. Fiona and Lily looked scared from everything and I don't blame them. They all have scars and open slashes from the knife Sebastian used to make them obey him. I noted everything in which the events happened. The notepad is almost filled with everything I have put into this investigation. I knew that I had to do this for the kids, for the parents, for everyone related or not to these victims. I'm just sorry for Sheriff Johnson, it's his brother being the damnable criminal. I don't know what he must be thinking. Anyways Sebastian was smearing blood, or red paint on the doors. Knowing how fucked up this guy is, it's probably blood. He looked as though he was limping and not the oh I'm hurt way, but the I'm up to something and people will suffer. I don't know if I should trust this guy's journal, I mean come on. He did what he wanted to in the future and only wrote his plans out in his diary/journal. Which worries me because the next thing is a big ass fire. On the walls he writes ‘the blood of enemies on the doors. The blood of enemies I am sure. The voices say to kill. I'll make them stop and be satisfied.’ That made me shiver and had a chill down my spine. The feeling of how those words sink in. I hear from the footage children crying as they hold each other and adults huddling together fearful, but willing to sacrifice. I hear my sister speak