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:
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.
be seeing uoy.
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.
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.
PBCOW CGGSC UTYKQ VBVJI.
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...
don't worry. that last sentence was nothing bad. we're both fine.
her brother is home.