Transcribing

Talked with the police, and they were polite and accommodating to my concerns when I showed them the package and told them what had been happening.
They agreed it was really freaky and asked to keep the book to take pictures of it so they'll have it for a bit. I asked to have it back when they were done. It seems like my tendency to try and gloss things over needs a constant reminder that this time I shouldn't just write it off.
They also agreed to send a patrol car around the block twice a day until I'm out of there at the end of the month, and advised me to call immediately if I spotted the guy again.
I feel a little better about things now.
I managed to write the letters down this morning before handing over the book. Here they are for everybody's edification. They're complete nonsense, i couldn't even really make an anagram from them:

H S R S X V I E H X L M W . R S G M ( here it's sloppy and both an R and an E might be circled)
H G E R W E Z I C S Y . R S X L S Y K L X G E R V I P I E W I C S Y .
C S Y E V I X V E T T H . X M R I W W M W X L I S R (there's a P and period both circled so maybe both?)
C I W G E T I .

Following that, the word "house" is circled five times in the middle of text that wasn't totally crossed off.

When I get the book back I'll post actual pictures of everything. Maybe it makes sense in context to somebody out there.

Something bugging me.

I can't shake the feeling that I've seen some of those pictures before elsewhere. Some of the words, too, are tickling my mind. Think I need to do some investigation.

Was going to transcribe everything that was circled, but I'm exhausted so I'm just going to crash. Even though my mind is racing I have a feeling for once I will probably pass out as soon as I crawl in to bed. I promise I'll do more in the morning and maybe take some photos so people can help me figure out what this stuff is about before I go to the police station.

Sweet dreams, internet.

The Package Opened.

I'm sorry about that really abrupt blog entry. I know I scared you guys and I'm really sorry. I texted people back as fast as I could to let them know everything was cool. Except it might not be, so maybe keep your phones close at hand over the next few days.
Allow me to show you how I knew the package was meant for me.

If that isn't blunt and to the point, I don't know what is. It's nothing special as far as I can tell. A McDonald's napkin with red sharpie on it. It still smelled like permanent marker when I found it in my hoodie's pocket.

I debated not doing what it demanded. I almost just threw it and the package away. But the problem with human beings is we are curious beasts and I let it get the better of me. I did open it.

Took a video for posterity, even.

I was only mildly worried before, but now seeing this, this seems like the work of a crazy person. It's scribbled on, and random letters and words are blocked out that don't seem to have any meaning.
And despite all of that, somebody REALLY wanted me to read this.
I'm going to show it to the police in the morning and get their take on it and let them know about our hoodied friend that's been around. Maybe see if they can't send a patrol car around the neighborhood a bit more frequently.
As of now I'm just waiting for the end of the month and praying there is no extension request. I'll have to turn Mr. Talbrie down at this point, I don't feel safe here anymore. Which leaves me in a lurch for house and income. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
I keep jumping every time I hear something creak now... my nerves are shot. I gotta go to bed.
I suppose the bright side to all of this is that, however they managed to steal my hoodie out from under my nose, they also managed to return it that same way. I can stop freezing in the evenings, anyway.

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I now know that the package was meant for me.

I also know that I was right about being watched.

Will post more later and explain better, promise.