Burned letter

I found this in my mailbox today.

Along with this:

Weird Letter

Okay, it's 12:56 AM. Someone knocked on my door and rang my doorbell, then ran off. I opened the door, looked down and found a letter. Here are some pictures I took:

<-NO SHAME

<- MARKISS IS NO MORE

 

 I opened the letter and read it. It's difficult to read, some of it's blacked out, and names are blacked out. But it seems to have the same thing that I always think about, the tall guy. Here is a scan of the letter:

what the fuck is going on.

 

 

EDIT: I found a small piece of paper that said, "Leon, if you're still in Charlotte, NC, reply when this gets to you."

 

I'm going to have to look up some Leon's in Charlotte, North Carolina.

6/25/2013 11:32PM

...Well, they say the thug did it. They checked fingerprints and found a set of his on a knife with her blood over it.



Anyway, Ken is fine, hasn't had any issues, other than the usual stuff. He tells me he is still having nightmares of the tall guy. I seriously want the image of that fucker outta my head.


For some reason, I've kept thinking about what I saw, and I swear I actually saw the guy. I... I dunno. Maybe you're right and it's just my brain flipping out.

6/25/2013

Okay, I received your email. Your idea that my fear of this tall thing is what made me believe it was there. That makes sense. I got called by the police that they think the found the murderer, some lowlife thug named Arnold Somethingorother. I'm glad I'm not crazy. (owaitiam)

Anyway, I'm still scared as hell though.

~Jax

6/24/2013

ohmygod.
Okay, well, I went over to her house, and knocked on the door. The door was unlocked and opened. That's where I should have fucking stopped. But I didn't. I entered, asking for Mariah, calling her name. That's when I saw it. All up the walls were claw marks and shit. Then, a few red splotches on the fucking wall. Blood. I walked into the room and saw her, lying on the ground, lying in a pool of her own blood. The room was dark as fuck and I couldn't see shit, so hear me out. I turned and saw that tall fucker. It just was standing in the hallway, a few feet away from me. I've never seen this thing this close, it fucking hurt my eyes to see it. I've never seen it move in any of my dreams/hallucinations, and it's fucking head cocked, as if it were mocking me.
I blacked out.
When I came back, I'd called 911. They came and checked the house, checked me, told them I had a date with her a few days back and that I came over after she hadn't been at work, and saw this. I told them about the tall freak, and they looked at me like I was crazy.

I dunno doc, what happened?

~Jax

6/23/2013

Lastwnight was great. I brought Mariah (my date)ehome, I playedlsomecvideo games, talkedoto Ken, and went to bed. I didn't see her at work today, so I called her house. She didn't answer.mThe thing is, I don't entirely remember bringing Mariah home.eI mean, I remember going there,hand I rememberobeing halfway homemin my car. Neveresaying goodbye or letting her out. I'm going over and seeing tomorrow.

6/22/2013

It's been a week since I last posted. I haven't seen anything, heard anything, had a dream, nothing. I've had great sleep, averaging about 7 hours a day, and I've had normal days. Hell, I'm even becoming so normal, I've got a date from the office. I'm going out with her tonight to a restaurant nearby. Hopefully she likes the city.

~Jax

6/14/2013 11:38PM

Well goddammit. I thought we'd have a good streak here. I had the worst goddamn dream ever. It was of me, swimming, when suddenly I got pulled down and I drowned. I saw what made me drown, that motherFUCKing tall guy. It fucking woke me up with the worst goddamn headache I've ever had. And the worst part? I saw Goggles a few moments ago, outside my window, down on the backlawn. I think shit's getting worse, doc. You need to prescribe me some stuff to help me. Please.
roses are red
violets are blue
we can see you
~Jax

6/01/2013

Well, it’s been a greet couple of weeks; Ken’s dad is letting him stay with me for the summer. How great? I’ve got someone to connect to, something I’ve never really had.

            On the day-dream front, I’m not entirely sure which is which sometimes. I’ve seen that thing from my dreams once while at work, other than that I’ve never seen it. And when I saw it, it was kinda like I knew it was a mirage and it was through films that made it fuzzy and hard to see kind of.

            Ken began writing in a journal a long time ago, as I found out. He might begin typing them out on the internet as I am.

 

~Jax