You may call me Zuck. I write scary shit. I take scary requests. I like scary stuff.

In the day, I'm a college student, a computer programmer, a writer and some guy who does things. At night, I'm a superhero.

I have this blog for writing, creepy pictures, and to try and document an ongoing problem of mine that only gets more confusing. It involves a violent creature, a lot of unlawful arrests, and a stranger knowing my address. Think you can help? Drop me a message.

Questions? Comments? Requests?
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Of course, the ask box is always open, too.

 

That mail stuff.

So, as promised, here’s the constantly updated masterpost of what I was sent in the mail. Don’t be surprised if it occasionally vanishes and then comes back, because the coding I’m doing will make it do that so if I have time to update it multiple times in a night, it won’t clog up your dashes or my blog.

Anyway, a few weeks back, I got sent a package in the mail from an unknown sender. There wasn’t much inside, just an old battered book filled with handwriting. After reading through it for a while, I realized that the handwriting belongs to my older brother, whom I haven’t seen for around twelve years (for many reasons, all of which should become apparent as this is updated). At first I thought maybe it was a hoax, but there’s information in there that only he would know and it just basically all adds up, his descriptions and memories from when he was younger, games we used to play and just things like that.

Obviously it’s not just a normal journal, or I wouldn’t be posting it up here. Between February and July 2011, the entries come back after a long break, getting increasingly more strange. I have reason to believe it’s related to what’s been happening to me, so I’m posting it up here both as a personal account, and so if anyone has any ideas as to what’s going on or what I can do, they can perhaps let me know.

It’s not edited at all. I’m typing it up exactly as it appears. The only thing I will be removing from the text is my first name, which I would prefer to keep private.

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OK, finally sorted out.

Going to post up what was sent to me in the mail. For a start I’m basically hoping that if I do, that weird Anon will stop harrassing me so damn much (can you even send that many messages a day?) but also maybe there’s something I’m missing that you guys can spot for me, should you take the time to follow it.

There’s a shit load of stuff, though. That’s why I was hesitating, because it’d just be one wall of text after another and I’ve been working with the coding for the past few days and I think I’ve come up with a way to keep it all in one post, update it regularly, and still have it show up on your dash only once as it does so.

I’ll sort the stuff out and then post a short intro, just letting you know what the fuck it is for a start. So yeah. Sorry for all the cryptic spam and stuff that’s been appearing these last few weeks. Hopefully this will answer some questions, even if it’s more for you guys than for me.

I’ve had like five cups of coffee and can’t think of anything else to do to put this off. Let’s do this.

I’ve had like five cups of coffee and can’t think of anything else to do to put this off. Let’s do this.

Just when things had been relatively quiet, this happens.

I kind of wish /x/ hadn’t gone to so much shit because I think they would be able to help me out with this one, but oh well. I’m sure you guys will try if I need you.

Got something strange in the post, it was sitting outside my door when I got back in. Not sure what’s so off about it, I just really don’t think I want to open it. I suppose I’ve got to, really, though. My curiosity will get the better of me eventually.

If I find anything of interest, I’ll put it up here. Maybe it’ll explain some of the shit that’s gone down over the past year or so.

It’s really weird to be back in the outside world.

After so much time of having a strict routine and being told what to do and where to stand etc etc etc, it’s kind of strange being in charge of myself again.

Finally starting to get back on my feet again.

Trust me when I say it’s a wonderful relief after the summer I just had. Also it was kind of cool to see how many people actually noticed that I was gone - can’t say I expected that.

Anyway, when I get the time, I’ll put together an explanation for my majorly long and unexpected disappearance. It’s just getting everything in order that’s going to take the time, my head’s still slightly away with it. When it’s sorted I may post it on /x/ - it’s just easier for a lot of us to be able to talk at the same time and I’m sure most of you have questions.

Righto, let’s get this started then.

I’m in a weird mood today.

I haven’t stopped moving around since the incident at my house occured. I haven’t even been back, but I can’t afford to do this much longer. I need a new job after being fired from my other one, but I just can’t bring myself to stay any longer than one night in a place. How will I hold down a damn job?

I appear one day and vanish the next, leaving only hints and fake names. I just feel so detatched. I see so many people every day, but I don’t feel as though I’m one of them anymore. It’s like I’m on a completely different plane of existence, where it’s just me and that thing.

Urgh. I hate being so fucking melodramatic. I just needed to vent, I can’t stand this anymore. I just want to know what it is. I want to know what it wants with me. I know I’ve done some terrible things … but it can’t be anything to do with - fuck it, I’m not doing this today. I didn’t mean it, OK?