Wednesday, February 9, 2011

The Message

We didn't understand what it meant either.

Shortly after writing it, Sandra dissapeared from the house. We were out looking all night, until the bad weather forced us back in a few hours ago.

She came back not five minutes later, holding a taser, a clean knife, and a few lengths of ropes. She was covered in minor cuts and bruises, and she was staring blankly in front of her. We tried to ask what happened, but she walked right past us, took a shower, and then went to bed, all with the same look in her eyes.

While she was in bed, Slender peeked into the window, the first time He's been here since the turf war started. Without even turning over to look at Him, Sandra muttered "Three down, two yours."

He stood there for a few minutes, and then dashed off. She smiled a little, then passed out.

My dad called a few minutes ago, and said they found three more "psychos", but something was up. He had to go before he could tell me what, though.

...What the hell happened last night?