Diary entry #7: The fog. It has come for me.
As I stay here, stuck in this village, this place...
I feel my sanity slipping away.
I hear their voices, calling from the mist.
I don't think I can hold on much longer.
For those who find these entries, beware the fog.
Don't let it catch you.
And most importantly, don't listen to the whispers of the past.