The police searched my brother’s room. They found some truly disturbing things.
My brother knew he was being followed .
The police found the notebook I gave him for his seventh birthday. He wrote in it. A lot.
That's the notebook.
The police looked through it. He drew our house.
I never knew how good he was at sketching.
That's the view from his window onto the front lawn. What is this?
There are more pages in the notebook. I can't post them now, posting these caused me enough pain. I will find this man, this Locust.
We need you back James.