Sightseer’s Diary

***Sightseer’s Diary*** is a file in *Daymare: 1998*.

The file is encrypted and can be read on Hexacore Biogenetics website by entering the password.

Password: **HB-327**

## Transcript

**August 18, 1998**

Evening

My Nanny and Grampy were the ones who first told me about Keen Sight – a special little town hidden away in the backwoods of Idaho. They were world travelers who had seen it all, yet this small American town with a population of just a few thousand had somehow managed to capture their hearts. Believing their extraordinary tale was not easy for me since I, too, lived in a special place called Boston, but it wasn’t until the summer of ’94 that I actually decided to go there. In hindsight, I can’t imagine trading summer break at university for the sticks of Idaho, but once I arrived, I knew the gamble had paid off. Mind you, the long journey by bus had me doubting my own decision until the forest wall thinned around me and opened unto a picturesque landscape that perfectly encapsulated my hopes and dreams. Like every year, I’m on the edge of my seat. It’s just past 10 now and I should be arriving early tomorrow morning with nothing left but nap time, and hope that my grandparents would be in my dreams tonight.

**August 19, 1998**

Morning

Here, at last. The old keeper who runs the hotel is so adorable. He even booked my usual room for the four day celebration. The smell of pines, the scented bed sheets, it’s like I never left. We all stayed here during my first visit, even though Nanny and Grampy had been regulars for years. I’ve been coming to this place in their memory in hopes of carrying on a family tradition to somehow thank them for the best summers of my life. I can’t wait to go shopping downtown to buy an outfit for Apple Blossom and book a mountain hike, have a swimming in the lake and enjoy total relax for all these 4 days.

**August 20, 1998**

Morning

I don’t know what to do with myself!! This is the only thing I could think of. Just what the fuck is going on in this city? The streets were packed, the fair was in full swing, then, when the fireworks went off, a helicopter came out nowhere and almost crashed into the buildings. Even through the sound of fireworks, there was no mistaking that explosion somewhere in the mountains. Before I knew what was going on, a weird green cloud just appeared in the streets. Anyone who got too close got poisoned or something. People went nuts and started attacking each other while everyone was trying to escape. After that, I don’t know how long exactly, I found the hotel basement to hide in. I don’t know how much time has passed and I can still hear shouting outside, people with guns and creepy footsteps on the floorboards above me. I have to stay quiet and hope those crazy ass psychos don’t find me down here!

**20 August 1998**

Evening

I finally made it to my room. A group from that nasty ass crowd tried to get me, but I somehow got the door locked just in time. I think I recognized the old hotel keeper among them, or what was left of her. His eyes were vacant, milky, and his skin looked wrong, diseased, and not just because of all the blood. They tried hard to break down the door, but couldn’t get in. After a while they went away, and all was silent until the fighting outside began, followed by the roar of engines, then voices. It was the army. I was just about to scream and flail my arms behind the window like some damsel in distress, when I witnessed the most awful thing. Some of the army guys who’d rescued a family got on their walkies-talkies, then turned around and shot them all dead. What the hell was that all about? I used to think this place was paradise, but now it’s more akin to hell. I don’t know what to think anymore. I don’t even care that those same dirt bag soldiers got attacked themselves soon after. In fact, I’m glad they got a taste of their own medicine. Today, I’ve seen men who look like monsters, and monsters who look like men, and I can’t trust anyone anymore. I think I’ll rest here for a bit, then try to escape through the forest and into the mountains. I wish I’d never come to this horrible place. All I wanna do is get out of this nightmare and be home in Boston.

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