There is a man outside my house,
Pale as moonlight, but a dark soul as the dark night,
He stands there as if simply taking the air, with suit and tie of a gentleman fair,
But he watches with such grim intent, with pain and malice in an eyeless stare,
He stands and watches all night long,
Not long to go now, it won't be long.
I found this poem- if you can really call it that- on a note on my pillow. Although ordinarily I would simply apologise for my inactivity in the investigations and continue as normal, this is absolutely terrifying, so I will put off formality for another day when I can ensure my survival through my sleep; someone was in my bedroom during the day. It was not me, as I was working, and not my girlfriend because she was with her brother. This means that someone got into my home without needing to even force entry as all of the windows were intact and the locks have been designed against picking, which means they can do it again of they want to- and do anything they want to while we sleep.
Elliot out.
Ps: I feel I should probably mention that wherever i go I have the feeling of being watched and followed, and my sickness is slowly returning. I doubt this is of any real importance as I'm naturally a concerned person, and I'm feeling paranoid as hell lately, but nothing isn't worth me mentioning any more, and anyone reading this should probably feel the same way if things like this are happening to them at all. Email me, or comment.
