Freaking out here.
My 'rents are out, thank God, because this is the last thing I want them seeing.
There was a package on our doorstep. Just a taped-up box with my name where the sending address should be and "VERITAS" where the return address should be.
Inside were two notes and something in wrapping paper. The first note was addressed to me. This is all it said:
hello Alora
remember --?
the Master has other things to do so H- wants -- to watch y--.
sorry - can't get the words right. mind addled. yuo know what i-'s like.
-. m-. hmi. hrr.
trying. can't.
anyway.
be seeing uoy.
...Confession time.
Remember that runner who was across the street from me? And remember how Daniel tweeted that he thought Slender was outside?
He wasn't. The runner was.
Just standing there, all night.
I think...
...
Not going to think about that right now.
Anyway, the second note was addressed to Daniel. And this is where I get annoyed, because here's what it says:
BTGGK IVJCT GBFGK.
JCRTP KOTTY KQNTO PCGGV GCUTA.
BVUTY KQPKG IBTNY KQNTV HKJOP TNKLG?
KBWVC PPBVP ONCSB PFGJH. YKQIK JPNTH THETN.
EQPYK QWCGG.
PBCOW CGGSC UTYKQ VBVJI.
GTAPL KRFTP.
PNYJK PPKBV UTVJK PBTNA NTVFK QPPYQ. CPOJK PUTNY ICSJC ACTIV.
YKQNA NCTJI NTIGC SBPEJ.
What part of "I am terrible with codes" do these [CENSORED] proxies not understand?!?!?
Unfortunately, that's the least of my worries. After staring at the Mysterious Object in Wrapping Paper for five minutes, me and Daniel decided to open it.
It was a red sweater. Dirty. Smelled like cigarette smoke.
I screamed and threw it across the room.
Again. So glad my parents aren't home yet.
Anyway, the sweater and both notes have been shoved under my bed until I figure out what to do with them. I am not amused. At all. Is this some kind of a joke? Do they find this funny? Because it's not. It's really not funny. I...
Oh, dangit, my parents are home. I'll blog more later.
Wait, is that...
No.
No way.
No. Way.
it's daniel.
don't worry. that last sentence was nothing bad. we're both fine.
her brother is home.
the second note looks a lot like the rail fence cypher that Scott was getting before. i'll have a go at it and see if it works.
ReplyDeleteugh.... yeah, didn't take long for that idea to go out the window. sorry guys, i've got nothing. =(
ReplyDeleteit's okay. at least you're trying. i've just been staring blankly at the screen all this time. (i'm no good with codes.)
ReplyDeleteoh, and i'm probably going to be answering comments and stuff this evening. alora's too busy hanging out with her brother. i can't blame her. apparently he's away a lot.
I don't know how to phrase this so I'm going to give it to you straight, Daniel. With the amnesia, the scars, the recent (possibly unreliable) revelation from Robert's blog and now this package, I have to wonder if the hoodie wasn't yours once, not least because I can't think of any other situation where sending an obviously pre-owned red hoodie to you two would make any sense.
ReplyDeleteDoes it seem oddly familiar or something? Because if it is yours then it might be one part of the puzzle needed to provide an adequate trigger to regain your memories.
i don't know. i haven't looked at it since alora threw it across the room. it's still under the bed.
ReplyDeletei...i guess it could be...i'm not sure. i don't know. i didn't really get a good luck at. one second it was in alora's hands the next it was hitting the window. she's sort of a spaz like that.
i hope it's not. i don't...
i don't know.
i'm still trying to figure out the notes. there's something important about them, but...if they had the same handwriting, then that means the proxy wrote them both. which means he knows the code.
...alora's going to kill me.