HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

The days trickle by and not a one of you has anything to say, which is odd. Did you open the briefcase, Mark? Did you find the note that I slipped into your back pocket? Did the Nightmare People (as Dicky so elegantly named them) follow you home? I bet they did.


And what about you, Dicky? Did writing down the events of the last ten months cause you to realise the glaringly obvious? The briefcase arrived first, did it not? Before Emily and those that followed her…
And you, Emily, are you looking forward to the 18th? Are you looking forward to the taste of blood? Are you looking forward to the possibility that the chains won't hold you? Admit it, you've day dreamed about what he might taste like, David I mean. You've thought about how good it will feel to finally sink your teeth into him.


And what about Harrison – poor, lonely Harrison. When we will hear from him? Will he tell you why he really went to prison, or is he too embarrassed?


The clock is ticking, boys and girls. They're ready to make their move. They've waited in the shadows for long enough. Will you be ready for them? Will you be ready to do what needs to be done? Will you stand tall, like your fathers did, or will you let them take you?


Happy Valentine's Day.


Let's hope it's not your last.

Mark, Monday 14.02.11

ArthurMan, if that was you that posted that message earlier, which I assume it was, let me ask you some questions. Why did you send us those briefcases? Why didn't you just come to us with the information that you had? What's with all this cryptic, mystery man bullshit?


Yeah, I got your note and yeah, I've opened the briefcase. Why did you want me to have a copy of Emily's mother's autopsy report, exactly? Why did you send me a copy of my father's will? Why did you send me Dicky's parent's marriage certificate? And why were Harrison's parents left out?


As for why I haven't uploaded a message in a while, I'm sure you know damn well why I haven't!
Dicky, Emily, Harrison: if you're still alive, free and able to read this, I want you to know that I escaped from the people that tried to kidnap me shortly after Dicky's last message. I've sent my girlfriend to stay with her father, who's a police officer, and I've gone into hiding. I can't tell you where I am, for obvious reasons, but I can tell you that I don't think I was followed. In my haste to get away from the people after me (the nightmare people, if that's what we're going to call them), I left behind both the notepads and my laptop, so I won't be able to finish transcribing them.


I'll bet ArthurMan has transcribed them anyway. Perhaps, he'll upload them? Although, I fucking doubt it. That man seems to enjoy being cryptic and, although he did warn me in advance about the kidnap attempt (the note that he put in my pocket when he jumped me in Emily's garden wasn't cryptic at all), I don't trust him in the slightest.


I hope that you're all safe and I hope that you'll contact me as soon as possible. Use this account to send messages from now on, I left my phone behind when I escaped and I'm too afraid to go into a public area to buy a new one. These people that are chasing us are well connected, government agents if I had to guess.


I'm going to lay low until I hear from one of you.


I hope you're all safe.

Dicky, Monday 14.02.11

Wordsworth, thank god you're alive! I've been sitting here for days refreshing the screen on my laptop waiting for someone to upload a message. I was almost tempted to reply to that fucking Valentine's Day message myself!


I realised that it was you, ArthurMan, that sent the briefcases. But why? And why did you send me a message warning me about the kidnap attempt? Who the fuck are you, anyway?


Listen to me, Huck Finn, I think I know what the contents of your briefcase are for. ArthurMan wants you to use them to figure out where you need to go! If you look at my folks' marriage certificate and your father's will, you'll be able to figure it out. I'm here already but obviously I can't tell you where HERE is – the nightmare people are probably reading this, waiting for us to slip up.


I think you're wrong about them being government agents, by the way. Did you get a look at any of their faces before you escaped? I did. They're not normal people, their eyes are strange, like shiny, black fucking marbles, and their skin is really, really pale. Also, have you ever seen one of them in the day time? I haven't.


Once you've figured out where I am and why I'm here, I'd advise you to move in the light of day.


I'll see you when you get here.