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Welcome To Weirdsville
Okay. Get ready for serious weirdsville, kids.
So back in May, near my birthday, I got a card with what appeared to be weird squiggles on it. Looked to be Sumerian, but no dictionary I had access to would make it make sense. So I immediately figured, “Huh. Could be my sister’s stalker. He’s enough of a moron to send actual physical mail as well as electronic hate mail.” and put it in a Ziploc baggie for the next time the moron tried to contact me. The postmark was a Stamps.com number, which isn’t entirely out of the question if you really want to try to cover your tracks.
Couple of weeks ago a plastic bubble-envelope with the same postmark shows up. This time it’s a test tube.
It’s something called TruBlood.
Now I can take a joke just like everybody else. But then there’s the phone calls that started at the end of May when the card showed up. From an unlisted number that seems oddly familiar. When I pick up there’s no answer, just the sound of someone breathing. And it’s the oddest thing, but Squeaker mentioned seeing someone messing around near the tree at the bottom of our yard a couple nights ago, at about one AM. The tree where I hung that mirror.
Hey, it seemed like a reasonable thing to do at the time. I don’t write what I write because I’m NORMAL.
The trouble is, Squeaker swears he saw someone crouching up in the tree. Right before they disappeared.
Of course, the thing to do when any weirdness strikes is to take to the Interwebs. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner.
I found Bloodcopy.com. Apparently I’m not the only one.
Now, some of you may have already guessed that I’m no stranger to weirdness. I’ve sent an email to the Bloodcopy guys to try and start figuring this out. (Like HOW THE HELL someone got my BLOODY ADDRESS, no pun intended, because I don’t give that out to JUST ANYONE.) But there are Other Ways of Finding Out, one of which I’m going to try tonight. It’s waning moon, which isn’t the best for this sort of work…but I didn’t get my stripes by letting a little thing like that get in the way.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
