Garrett

I don't know what's going to happen to me from here on out. I've been planning to solve everything, but what I plan on doing might not pull through. I'm not going to say what it is because I know someone that will read this will try to stop me.

That thing hasn't left my life for a moment since this started. I think about it every day, all day. I can't go a single day without thinking it will be my last. I've watched people around me die because of this thing, and I know I've been the primary target.

I feel like bringing up this topic since I haven't mentioned it in a while: That guy that walked up and down my street was arrested yesterday for the murder of Jared and around ten other innocent people, whose organs, I suspect, were hung inside the garbage bags in the trees that Jared and I saw in the woods. When the man was interrogated, he didn't give his real name, but referred to himself as the Collector of Organs. He confessed to his crimes and also mentioned that he took Jared's organs, too. They also searched his house and found a room that had that (X) symbol and random writing written all over the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, as well as a painting of the thing with tentacles that wrapped all of the walls. Nothing else, not even furniture, was in the room. One room, which they suspected, was his Weapons Room. He had five kinds of knives, a chainsaw, three pistols, and a shotgun. During the end of the interrogation, the reporter said the Collector of Organs said the strangest thing, which was: "The tall man never fails. He always finds victory in his mission, in his victims. His mission, unknown. The purpose of his existence, unknown. It's time for us to put the pieces of the puzzle together. The never-ending puzzle." He was sentenced to death today. His last words were "Zachary, the Collector of People, should be me now. He was defiant, so he is no longer with us".

Back on topic: I'm leaving tonight. I'm not telling where I'm going, but I'm going alone. I'm not telling what I'm doing, either. I don't know if I'll be returning home afterwards, but I'm going to try to fix everything, for everyone.

Garrett Silvano, one of my best friends, I am writing this to you. I know you'll be the first to investigate if you found out anything happened to me, so if something does happen to me, and you're reading this post, ask my parents to let you rummage through my room because I let you. I'm leaving you something before I go.

One warning: Never, ever, ever go into the woods behind my house.