angelrulez7 (2013-02-16 06:47:15)

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I'm keeping a journal on the events going on from today on.

June 12, 2012:
I was just walking home from school, and I saw a paper on the floor with tire tracks and blood on it. I just had to read it. I picked it up and saw it was addressed to me, at my house.

June, 12, 2012
1983 East Citrus Street
Hello, Angel,

I have no idea, but I found this ID Card on my floor. It seems to belong to your dad, David AR. It had a written letter to you with your address on it. I just thought I would give you it.

I will kill you,
Anonymous.

I rubbed my eyes.

I will kill you,
Anonymous.

This guy knew my address. He was going to kill me. Also, my dad died years ago, and nobody knows where his body is. I took off the ID and flipped it over. It was either written in blood or red marker.

JANUARY 9 2001
1983 EAST CITRUS STREET
ANGEL

WHATEVER YOU DO DONT SHRED THE LETTER I DID IT AND NOW THEY ARE FOLLOWING ME THESE ARE GOING TO BE MY LAST WORDS SO IM THROWING THIS IN SOMEONES HOUSE AND HOPE ITS NOT THE LETTER SENDER AND HOPE THEY SEND IT TO YOU IF YOU FOUND THIS ATTACHED TO A PAPER RAN OVER AND BLED ON PLEASE DO NOT SHRED IT PLEASE I DONT WANT YOU TO DIE I WILL MISS YOU

DAD

It was written in blood, and it was was rushed. I didn't know my life was in danger until I found the letter.

June 24, 2023:
I was just visiting my mom and found my journal in my old room. Since it's been 12 days and 11 years, I should keep you updated.

My mom was in front of the shredder when I got there. "What are you shredding?", I asked. "Just some old useless papers.", she said. Then she inserted a paper I remembered...

The Death Letter...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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