More contact, and tracing Jill

First things first: I got another email from Jill. She was barely coherent. This is what it said:

999999999NO NO NO FOCUS
(X)Ali(X) OH хочет меня. ЭTO в моей голове. ЭTO заставляет меня халоед.  я не магу нет. я ни могу сопротивляться. Я не могу бороться.

imightdie
такчтоOHнепринимаетменя

говорить с (X)Зеро(X) потому что (X)он(X) пытался мне помочь. Скажите (X)ему(X) что это была не (X)его(X) вина. (X)он(X) был не достаточно но (X)он(X) все равно. Скажите (X)ему(X) я извиняюсь.

Thisisnotyourfaultthisisnotanyonesfaultbutmineandthemonster

ITRIEDBUTITWASNOTENOUGHNEVERENOUGH
тонкиерукиобнятьменя
allthebettertostrangleyouwith
но он любит меня. этот  комфорта. этот объятие.

ОН придет для меня и сделать меня своим агентом или он убьет меня

Пожалуйста, пусть он просто меня убить

999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999 999999999

Once again, the groups of nine 9's (this time there are 12 total) and the X's, although this time a lot fewer of them. And, once again, the Russian, which I translated with all X's removed, and spaced out the english for easier reading:

OH wants me. ETO in my head. ETO makes me haloed. I can not say no. I never can resist. I can not fight.

i might die
takchtoOHneprinimaetmenyatalk to Zero because he tried to help me. Tell him that it was not his fault. it was not enough but it does not matter. Tell him I'm sorry.This is not your fault this is not anyones fault but mine and the monsterI TRIED BUT IT WAS NOT ENOUGH NEVER ENOUGHtonkierukiobnyatmenyaall the better to strangle you withbut he loves me. this comfort. This hug.

He comes to me and make me your agent, or he would kill mePlease let him just kill me


This sounds like a fucking suicide note.

I talked to the police about Jill's twitter, which has been updated once since I found it and then apparently went silent, and they're checking it out. The detail about 18 days is of interest to them. That'd be the 9th of December, for those too lazy to look at a calender.

Let's talk about blogs for a minute.
I think the Zero she's talking about in her email is the guy who writes A hint of serendipity, where Jill has commented once, that I've found, on Nov. 18, which was the same day she emailed me with the picture and the Russian. Her comment was half in Russian too, but translated it was basically

You're ok. Thank god. I'm.Fuck, I can't type it. OH oversees and monitors. I know this beautiful comfort.I'm glad you're ok.

In response to him being hospitalized for drinking some substance or other.
This dude Zero seems to be slightly losing it too.

And I'm done with blogs, for now. I've got them saved in a folder on my favorites menu, but beyond that I'm not going to touch them. I know I can probably help her a little more if I know more about the slenderman myths, but frankly it's far too stressful to read horror stories that my friend believes are real. I haven't been sleeping well lately and my grades are going downhill again, so as selfish as it sounds I have to take care of myself and put this blog stuff away for a little while.

I haven't talked to any of my friends in a week, not even Kevin.