Again with the notes...

Some one out there knows something's up and won't tell me, maybe I don't wanna know. All these letters and packages coming from people I've never meet and yet they somehow know who I am and what I do, who the hell are these people?

Found a package in the mail. No markings, nothing. Inside was one of those simple prepaid phones, some pictures, and a short note on an index card.

Whoever you are,
I don't know if you've been told yet but something about this thing changed. Something's different. I heard you were the one who shot at it about a month ago, figured you'd like to see these. I don't care if you trust what you see or not, I'm just trying to keep one more person alive out there.
-H.T

The pictures made my skin crawl. The majority of them were of ME. (Someone has been following me. WTF) They all had a portion of them marked/circled, and inside of said mark would be my pal Slenderman, always with the tendrils out and seeming to get progressively closer in each picture. The odd part is that I don't remember feeling the usual "offness" of him being around that often, but if the dates on the pictures were correct these were very recent. (The most recent being two days ago as of this post, more on why that's odd below.)

The other pictures didn't unnerve as much as confuse me. They were of street signs or landmarks around the city and some of a forest somewhere (most forests look the same so who knows). These pictures were all marked with a series of six numbers and letters (EX: 1434MS) Dunno what that means yet and I'm not even really gonna try. I'm guessing whoever sent them will let me know what they're for in time, until then I don't care.

The phone works, sort of. Apparently it's plan or however its been set up, allows it to receive text messages and calls. So, again, useless to me at the moment. Sometimes I just feel like I'm in a game and someone is going out of their way to overly fuck with me.

Christmas with the grandparents and Jessie was nice but secretly tense on my end. (nothing happened = good) Been back in the city for two days now and I hate to say it but this place is starting to feel like home to me. Hopefully when and if this gets over with I can just continue on out here, I dunno.

Limited Success

Ok, sorry for not keeping things more complete. I've been busy with college and well the return of OTHER problems.

For the most part college is pretty normal, now that I'm getting used to life in the city. Jessie's also doing well back in school from what I hear. If it weren't for the two anomalies getting in the way I'd say I'm living the dream. HA, right like that'd ever happen.

It really came as no surprise that "He" would follow me out here. What did surprise me is when I first saw him out here. I was walking to the pizza shop at like two in the morning to go pick up me and my room mates' pizza when, walking through the park, I got that all too familiar feeling that something was off. Looking to my right, I saw him. Two things stood out this time. His tendrils/tentacles/whatever were out and waving about and he was missing the fedora-like hat I'd seen him with up til now.

The amount of pure malice I could sense was like it was meant DIRECTLY FOR ME. He started walking towards me. For the first time this actually scared me, self preservation apparently kicked in. I drew my gun and fired a few rounds. (Yes, I have the proper permits to carry it. First thing I took care of.)

It's kinda hard to describe the effect. The tendrils pulled back rather quick and he stopped walking. I guess I was hit a bit harder (by what I don't know). My ears rang, vision blurred, and felt very nauseous for about a minute (felt longer at the time). When I looked up, he was gone.

I got the pizza and tried to act natural the rest of the night. I went back to the park the next day to see the collateral of my escapades.

As far as I know, no one heard a thing and the police were never called. Even if they were called, I doubt they would be able to tell who I was (I had a hoodie on).

When I got back to my place, the guys said someone dropped off an envelope for me. Opening it in private, I found two things. My spent shell casings and a small card.

In the future, I'd suggest policing your brass Mr. Andrews. We usually don't assist when the authorities become involved. Just a fair warning.

Well, hate to say it, but I'm kinda glad someone had my back on this one. In addition, I finally know that the rounds at least do SOMETHING. Whether it's worth the effect it has on me is another question I'm still contemplating. In the meantime, I'm gonna go about business as usual and try to figure things out on the side. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let this derail me.