Stalker...

Okay, not much time to post here. I'm actually staying the night at Amelia's place after that weird ass answering machine message. If you haven't listened to it, it's in my last post. If you can't, it's a lot of white noise with a distorted voice saying "Three days. Sweet dreams."

To say I'm freaking out is an understatement. I didn't get any sleep last night, had a terrible day at work today, and spent the rest here. If this is a prank, even one by someone I know, it isn't funny anymore.

Thing is, it isn't Ted. The answering machine said the call came in around 3:00 yesterday afternoon. We were out doing grocery shopping during that time. Which leaves either my younger brother (who, if it is him, is going to get his ass ground into dust, mixed with battery acid, and then poured down his throat for pulling this sort of shit) or it's actually a creepy stalking fuck.

So, here's the deal, to whoever this is. Stop this. Now. If you go any further, I will get the police involved. No pulling shit on Thursday, no more weird messages. Just stop, or I will MAKE you stop, and you don't want that to happen...

God, I need some sleep...