The class of ’99 disappeared during their senior trip, and now, 22 years later, a shocking find comes to light…

The book became a sensation, sparking new theories about the class of 99, the militia, and the twisted events that had unfolded in the woods. Some people believed every word. Others dismissed it as the ramblings of a But one thing was certain.

Jarrett had seen something, something beyond human comprehension, something that no one would ever be able to fully understand. The aftermath of the class of 1999’s disappearance remained an open wound in the community. The forest still held its secrets, and the answers were buried deep beneath the moss and vines, waiting for someone brave enough to uncover them.

Jarrett’s memoir became a symbol of both truth and madness, a final, haunting chapter in the story of the students who vanished without a trace. As for the families of the missing, they were left to pick up the shattered pieces of their lives. Some continued to search for their children, convinced that they were out there somewhere.

Others, like the families who had always supported Jarrett, were left with only the knowledge that their loved ones had never truly come back. The forest had claimed them, and the truth was far darker than anyone had ever imagined. It had been months since Jarrett’s memoir was published, and the frenzy over the class of 99 had not died down.

The story still hung in the air like a shadow over the community, with families torn between hope and despair. Some were convinced Jarrett had fabricated everything, while others believed he had scratched the surface of something far darker. Jarrett had become a recluse, only emerging when necessary for interviews or to meet with authorities.

But on a cool, overcast afternoon, he made his way back to Forest Grove High School, the place that had once been filled with laughter, the bright futures of the class of 99, and the promise of a summer filled with adventures. Now, it was a memorial, an empty reminder of what had been lost. He stood alone in front of the memorial dedicated to his classmates, the polished stone slabs engraved with the names of every student who had disappeared.

The plaque gleamed in the muted light, a symbol of the void that had consumed the town. Jarrett knelt down, pulling something from his jacket, a faded, moldy yearbook. He opened it carefully.

The pages yellowed with time. There, at the back, was a note that only he could have written. He placed it gently inside the yearbook, tucking it under the cover, where it wouldn’t be found until someone looked closely.

The note read, We try to leave. Only I made it. I’m sorry…