Several days of insanity.

So, the crazy old guy? The one I mentioned in my last post? He had pictures of me on his phone. Pictures taken by Mann.

I thought this meant he was with him and Jeff, but that night he saved me from a couple muggers, and… well, he seems to think he’s a valiant knight. One that’s afraid of spiders, but whatever.

At the police station, I vouched for his identity as thanks for saving me, but I had a feeling he wasn’t going to get out of my hair so easily, so I told him about the Fremont Troll and told him to go kill it.

It actually seems to have worked. I’m not convinced that this isn’t all an act, and he really is with Mann, trying to screw with me. I’m considering having him investigated.

Oh goody, another one.

This guy “Jopalopalopapalapalapawhatever” just informed me of a third person apparently planning to mess with my head.

Thanks for the tip, but I honestly don’t care, I’m not even going to be here anymore in less than three weeks, and I’ve got to prep for my role. Between work, my crazy-ass landlady Loverose, an overbearing family, and the other two jerks, I don’t need yet another distraction.

No more games.

The creepy non-capitalized writing? The deliberate ambiguity of the threats, so you can say that you weren’t serious, if it comes to that?

And Hallow’s Eve, SPOOKY STUFF GUYS! What’s next, ding-dong ditch? Eventually I’m gonna call the cops just to get you out of my hair, make you someone else’s problem.

Consider your next move very carefully boys. This can either end bad for you, or very bad for you.

ENOUGH!

Hope, Mann, I promise you that I will destroy your lives if you don’t knock it off. The police won’t help? Don’t think that means that you two are safe, I’ll take matters into my own hands if I have to!

Be worried, you two.