Emails

I'm not sure what to say about this, so I'll just give you the facts.

On Sunday, Craig said he was giving me a couple of days off and since our store hours keep getting cut, I don't have to go into Wawa until Thursday. So, since yesterday morning I've been down visiting with my mother in Southeast Baltimore. To be honest, it's like a break; it's in the middle of the city, far the hell away from the woods of my father's house, and the doors in this rowhome have more locks than the bastard child of a prison cell and a chastity belt. I don't feel entirely safe, but it's close.

I've spent most of my time here catching up with Ma, playing with her dog, Phoenix (who, by the way, happens to be the best dog ever), and playing World of Warcraft (escapists gonna escape and all that). I'd been avoiding checking my email, sticking to occasional Facebook checks -- since everything that's happened, it's become more or less my primary link to the social world, and anyone who needs to contact me, like Craig, can just call my phone. But not long ago, I finally checked my email.

I usually have only one or two important emails every couple of days, mostly from Craig, and a few of spam stuff like a sale at Barnes & Noble or a great deal on the BBC America Shop. I opened it up today, however, to find around a dozen and a half messages from at least eight different accounts. They were from all different web-based hosting sites -- Yahoo, Gmail, Hotmail, the works -- and all with the same username, or at least different plays on it: Cat920, cat_920, cat-920, cat.920, and so forth and so on.

Each had the same subject line: "For Little Mouse"

The message read:

"here is a gift for you. do be a dear and share it with her.

love,
Practical Cat"

Attached to all of the messages was an audio file. It was a song -- specifically, a Del Shannon song from 1961 called Runaway. I couldn't find a way to attach the file, but I found the proper song on the YouTube:

If you were to ask me, I'd say that this was from the same person who tacked the note on my door with the photographs. The message is almost the same: "Ha ha, look at how much you suck." He even gave himself a little nickname. How quaint.

Well, I'm not afraid of this guy. He's reaching out through my email because he's too afraid to actually confront me. 4chan scares me more than this douchebag.

All in all, I have things more or less under control for now. You know...relatively speaking.