Entry 5.1: The Last Straw

I have spent the last half hour vomiting, crying, and cleaning... It was in my room. Let me repeat, IT WAS IN MY FUCKING ROOM!  It could have killed me.  What does it do instead?? It left me a heart.  A FUCKING FROZEN HEART by my laptop.  It's toying with me.  It wants me to be terrified.  But it screwed up.  I took a picture of the heart for you before i threw it in the furnace in my basement.  I'm going after it. The wombat has screwed with me for the last time.  In all of its clever headgames, it slipped up. I see its prints in the snow.  Regardless of what happens to me, I'm going after it. I can't take this anymore.  One or both of us will not be coming out of those woods. What's more, I think I'm being watched as well.  I'll leave clues. Clues only someone who cares will be able to figure out.  They will help should I not make it back.  I'm leaving all my notes.  To those of you still with me, if I don't come back, help whoever takes my place. Tell them everything you know.  I have to get ready now. It's gonna be a long day...