Entry #1

April 9th, 2018

This will be my last attempt at doing this. If anyone who lives in Buck’s Bend is reading this, I strongly recommend putting this journal down and going on with life as you know it. Actually, I take that back. If anyone in Buck’s Bend is reading this, you need to take yourself and anyone you care about, and leave that wretched little town before they know that you know about this journal. It’s not safe for you there, although it's not really safe for them either but they would never admit that. Don't even take the time to finish this journal, because being caught holding this book in Buck’s Bend, Oregon is almost certainly a death sentence. 

I must be getting ahead of myself, though, because I haven't even introduced myself yet. My name is August Brooks. To anyone outside of Buck’s Bend, that name holds little to no value. For anyone who is, that name might as well be swapped with “the boogeyman” or “the devil”. My name has undoubtedly come up in conversations between children and parents in Bucks bend, used as the reason for why you should never run off or stay out past sunset. But again, I'm getting ahead of myself, my downtrodden legacy is not important right now. 

As a final note to whoever is foolishly still reading this, I feel that I should say that I have been hesitant to write down my story for years. It is both the story of my teen life and the story of how I ruined my life. I feel it needs to be done delicately and passionately, so therefore I will be in no rush to tell it. There is no room for error, as in all likelihood I will be dead long before this is read. On top of that, I expect that the journey to place the book where I plan to will be my last one in, or out, of Buck’s Bend. So in the very likely case that I have died, I'd like to make a prediction. I expect my death will be one of three ways: a staged suicide, an “accidental” drowning, or by losing a shootout with a cop. I think it is appropriate to say that I would never kill myself, I am also a very strong swimmer, and no wanted man is ever going to attack a cop willingly. Now that I got my rambling out of the way, I can finally tell the truth about the murders of Buck’s Bend.