Yay reflexes?

Well, I 'found' Jesse, in the not-so-good sense.

I wake up this morning, yawn, turn off my alarm clock, turn on my light, etc etc...I turn to face the window?

About two feet away from my bed. Jesse.


With a knife. A huge knife.
Like that scene from Crocodile Dundee, where he's getting mugged in the NYC alleyway...
"You call that a knife? THIS is a knife! -pull out three foot long hunting knife-"

One of those things, albeit shorter, but still. HUGE KNIFE.

She looked a mess, too. Covered in black paint and she looked like she'd been camping in the woods for a while, twigs and leaves in her hair and whatnot.

So I ask her- shakily, after recovering from a nearly-heart-attack- if she's okay, what she's doing here, how she got in-

And she lunges with the freakin' knife!

Thank god my reflexes from gymnastic competitions are still A-Okay, 'cause I swear to god, she would have stabbed me like a hamburger. I rolled out of bed, grabbed my handy dandy bedside dictionary- shut up I love words and it probably saved my life so shoosh- and threw it at her.


And then, BAM. Gone. My dictionary nearly flew through my window. Just vanished. No puff of smoke or anything.

If I know one thing about the whole scenario, not sleeping with my window open any more.

At first, I was like "aw crap hallucination wasn't it" because it's not every day that your 'friend' tries to attack you with a knife then disappears, and when I was younger, I used to hallucinate a little if I didn't get enough sleep for a few days in a row.

But then I found blank paint on my windowsill.

I don't really know what to think any more.






...
Oh come on what the fuck.




So I run out to go to the bathroom- literally just now, in the middle of the post- and I come back and this is on my keyboard.

















"we thought you smartEr than this
i'd suggest earching for ur old man
/smily face heart question mark/"

This time I'm absolutely positive that's a heart, jfc.
Again, hard time deciphering a few words- the ur looks like 'um', but how would 'um' fit in? Has to be ur, like textspeak- but it's all there. More handprints on the back.

Andrew's name is crossed out.

I'm gonna brb. I'll write an entry a little later, I need to calm down first and possibly get my mom to drive me to her friend's house so I can chew those freakin' kids out.

~Lexi