In a Loop

This is the voice recording journal of a man who had disappeared, claiming to be a park ranger of a National Park that doesn’t exist. His body was found outside a forest (a forest next to a road, and definitely not a National Park). He died with what seems to be repetitive signs of asphyxiation (there were signs of old bruises, and new bruises around the neck, assumed to be a rope, or something like a rope). The unusual thing about this case is that the victim was already dead. The family disclosed that the body at the funeral was gone, and was not found. That was six years ago. His family also confirmed his death when police questioned them about the man. The family confirmed that the man did indeed keep a video journal, and that the voice in the voice recordings are indeed his. An autopsy showed that the body was decaying, but the heart had only just recently fully rotted off, presumed to be the same day the man was found outside the forest. 
Police are bewildered by what they found in the diary.
This case has never been announced in the public as the police themselves find the evidence left behind too puzzling to be announced. We were lucky enough to get our hands on a copy of the diary that the police made, with permission from them of course.
These are the diary entries: 
== November 13, 2020 ==
I can’t be lost. No, that can’t be possible. I am a park ranger in this National Park, I know this forest from the back of my hand! There is literally no way I can be lost. 
Though I’m starting to think there is a possibility that I am. Ever since I stepped into this forest, it’s starting to become where I can’t seem to step back OUT. 
This is undoubtedly frustrating. I pretty much could tell you every square foot of this park even if I’m sleeping. The odd thing is every step forward seems endless. I’ve been going straight ever since I stepped foot here, for what feels like hours, and with no progress. I would’ve encountered the end to this forest by now, but it just seems there is just more of it every second. 
Ugh, If only I didn’t take that nap. Maybe I would’ve been with the other rangers. Just maybe. 
I had tripped over some rope, weirdly enough, over this large tree limb. I had examined the piece of rope. It was pretty long, maybe it would be good to make a shelter. I tucked it into my bag. 
I had looked at a pair of odd looking trees. It looks like they are criss-crossing to make a “X”. I remember I smiled, finding the peculiar alignment of the trees funny. 
My neck feels sore for some reason. I wonder if it’s bruised. Feels bruised. My stomach has been rumbling nonstop. I’m starving. Thirsty too. My mouth is so dry, I can’t even produce saliva to swallow to help with my dry throat. I’m cold too. This autumn is brutally cold, but at least the scenery is nice. I think I might have to stop moving for a little while. 
== November 14, 2020 ==
I walked with some pep in my step. I got good sleep, and I feel refreshed. Still hungry, cold, thirsty, and my neck still hurts, but nonetheless, refreshed. 
I continued my endless journey. Oh, there’s those criss-crossing trees-... 
Wait. 
Didn’t I see that same arrangement of trees? 
There is no way. No, it couldn’t be. But it is! It's that same x-formation of dead trees. 1 large tree criss-crossing on top of another large tree forming an x-shape. I even commented about them! 
How is it that I see them again? I never turned, no, I don't remember doing so. I’ve only gone straight. What is this, deja vu? 
I am so confused. How…? 
== November 15, 2020 ==
I have now passed the “x” shaped trees 5 times. I don’t know what is happening. It is literally impossible for there to be 5 “x” shaped trees that are exactly the same, and in the same direction, same area. I literally haven’t turned once!
This whole forest is eerie as a whole. I haven’t seen the light of day in… who knows how long. It's also so quiet. Too quiet. So freaking unbearably quiet. Not one song bird. Not one squirrel. Not even the wind. Just my footsteps. Just me. Just me in my solidarity. 
Why isn’t there an exit in this damn forest? I just want to go home. 
My neck is so sore. I don’t think I can keep going. No, I have got to keep going. I have to keep going… 
== November 16, 2020 ==
I feel so frail. I haven’t stopped walking. I haven’t eaten. What is of this sad world? Nothing but myself. Not even the forest wildlife is here to keep me company. Not even a mosquito, not that I’m complaining, is here. There is no end to this horrid forest. I have only seen the same scenery over, and over, and over again. There is no solution. 
No food. No animals. Not a river or a stream anywhere. Just these same FUCKING trees. God, I hate them… 
I don’t think I can do this anymore. 
There is only one solution though, that can solve all my problems. A tree limb, and some rope I had found at the very beginning of this terrible journey. 
static
That was the end of the first set of recordings. This goes on for 6 more times, the same words, over and over again. The only difference is how raspy the man sounds. The dates also change, and with each set of recordings a static sound starts to become more noticeable, with the volume of the static increasing with each set. 
The police have yet to solve this mystery. 
 
Category:Disappearances
Category:Diary/Journal
Category:Crime
Narrations 
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LWUtN6R_A0E&lc=UgwoRFwyJndIHohop8d4AaABAg 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCdikg_FBTs