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bUt i'M sTIlL HErE.

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That Symbol

Apparently I had cut the symbol from my last post into the side of my face in my sleep last night. Such a coincidence that today is picture day at school.

I have noticed that this symbol has been reoccurring in my situation. I'm even starting to see it in my dreams. Maybe this is "its" signature? Maybe these are warnings? I don't know. I've just been seeing them.

Hopefully nothing bad happens anytime soon. I really don't want to have to leave again.

Scaring Myself

I'm finding myself drawing symbols unconsciously; the scribbled symbol of a circle with an "X" crossing through it. I write them on a lot of my papers at school, on my binders, and even on myself. I had even taken my switchblade and carved it into my computer desk one time.

In my sleep.

One time, I wrote my name on a scantron for a test and I turned it in. The teacher gave it back to me because the computer that read the scantron couldn't recognize my name because I had put an "X" through the "O" in my name.

I'm starting to scare myself.

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The Woods

I hadn't been back in the woods behind my house in years, but due to recent events, I really had no choice.

Yesterday, Jared and I went back there to check out what that creepy guy from our street was doing when he hung around there for hours on-end a few days ago. We brought along flashlights, rubber gloves (just in-case we had to rummage through anything grimy), and a weapon for each of us, which is a metal baseball bat and a switchblade that I got for my birthday this year. After about a half-hour of walking, we came across an entire section of the woods that was filled with trees that had the trash bags hanging from them.

I took out my switchblade and cut one open. Suddenly, tons of different organs dropped out from under the bag: intestines of both sizes, stomachs, livers, and kidneys. Jared took one look at them and barfed all over the ground and all over my shoes. He apologized.

Realizing that it was a bad idea to go out there, we decided to leave. As we left we started hearing the sound of some kind of animal. It sounded like something between a tiger and a bear with a higher-pitched growl. We heard it shuffling through the leaves, slowly getting faster and faster as the sound of it's voice became louder and louder. Jared and I took out our weapons and started to run.

Suddenly, the sounds stopped, but that didn't stop us from running even faster.

There is no way that we're going back there again.

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Street Watch

Jared and I have been watching our street lately, and he's right. There is a guy walking around our neighborhood doing the weirdest things. He walks slowly and zombie-like up and down the street. Once in a while he leaves our street and onto a different street which is out of our vision. When he returns, he is seen carrying trash bags. All of this happens during the day.

When the sun starts to set, he walks with the trash bags into the woods behind our houses. That's the last we seem of him for hours.

When he comes out of the woods several hours later he is empty handed. Jared and I will probably check out the woods during the day this weekend, when he isn't lurking around back there.

Also, I could have sworn I saw "it" standing in Jared's upstairs window when I glanced over to his house while I was surveying the street. When I checked my binoculars to see if they were working right, I looked back up at his house and "it" wasn't there. I called Jared and told him to check his upstairs and he told me he didn't see anything. Everything looked exactly the same.

Am I hallucinating?

Talking with Jared

Despite the difficulty of trying to find Jared and being able to stop him and talk to him, I managed to do so. Long story short, he has absolutely nothing to do with the dead animals. He also forgave Zach and I for what happened in 7th grade, so that's a plus. He agreed to help me out with my issue because he told me he's seen a guy in a black hoodie jacket lurking around our neighborhood. (By the way, I forgot to mention that Jared lives down the street from me about 10 houses down. We live in a weirdly-structure neighborhood.) We will both be staying vigilant of our street from now on.

By the way, I found this in my mailbox yesterday. Joyous.

Dead Animals

Alright, so some idiot has started leaving dead animals around the outside of my house for the past week. I've found dead turtles, raccoons, birds, armadillos, squirrels, and today it was an owl. From what I could tell, all of the animals had vital organs taken out of them, including a heart.

I called the police and they are investigating the neighborhood right now. They haven't found any leads to who it might have been, but I'm sure they can figure this out. I'm suspecting it is someone from my school, Jared Nathan, who has held a grudge on me since the 7th grade when Zach and I played a prank on him that I can't even remember. He might be behind this, but I'm doubting he would take his anger towards me this far.

I might have to talk to him at school next week. Jared and I haven't spoken in years, so this would be a good excuse to talk to each other again.

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