A Parcel

Sorry I haven't said much lately. I'm a bit reclusive right now, I'm sure you can understand why. That being said, I'm staying with a friend for now. We're selling the house, nobody has a use for it. Pretty much everything in it's being sold too. He had another copy of his will, a legal one, in that stack of papers he mentioned. It's going to take some time, but all of the legal crap is being worked out.

That being said, I received a package today. It was sent to my friend's apartment, not the house, but addressed to me. The box itself was a fair size, like what a DVD player would ship in, so it surprised me when I opened it and didn't find much. There were three other, much smaller packages and a bunch of packing peanuts. Each one had an item and a note.

The first was a can of mace in one of those bubble wrap lined envelopes. The note read "For protection, because it's not only Him after you."
The second was a key in a standard letter envelope, it's note said "For emergency use only. Keep it with you."
And the third was a cell phone, new in it's box and complete with a charger and battery. "I'll contact you later. Also for use in emergencies."

There doesn't seem to be anything special about any of these. The mace is just a small aerosol spray can, the key looks like an old house key, and the phone is a brand new Verizon flip phone. Cheap, but it gets good signal. There's one contact in the phone book and it's a local number. Guardian, he calls himself. Or herself, the handwriting is very neat. They sent a text message to the phone too. "Call if you need anything."

I'm a little freaked out here. First off, someone knows where I'm staying. Someone that really shouldn't know. Someone I don't want knowing. Secondly, from what he or she says, others with less than amiable ambitions know too. Third, and this is a bit of comfort, at least someone wants me alive. For the time being anyway.

I don't know their reasons, but alive is good.