this morning #1791.
this morning, two days after i’d stumbled across his random ring of rocks out in the woods, our stalker still hasn’t shown his face. maybe he doesn’t even exist? maybe he’s just a traveler who’s already moved on & doesn’t even know that we’re here. maybe i’m just being paranoid. do you think i am? when we went to the site this afternoon, i revisited the spot where i’d found the rocks. nothing had changed. same arrangement as before, so i guess that no one’s staying there. i’ll just relax. if we all end up chopped up into little bits though, you’ll know to tell the police that i thought there was a stalker. if he comes tonight while we sleep, i’ll do my best to fight. if i don’t survive, know that i love you so.