BLE Hey there kids, it's me, Mr. Creepypasta, and I've got something pretty cool to share with you. You may not know it, but I do a little streaming on the side. And I have a V-Tuber mark. My stream friends over at the Night Shift decided to put together the East Coast's first V-tuber convention, and we're set to premiere it in November in Danvers, Massachusetts.

Voice actors, V-tubers, cosplayers, performers, exhibitors, and of course me, your spooky dad, yours truly.

Check out our website down below in the description.

We just opened up for tickets a couple of days ago.

Follow our socials for more information, and I hope to see you there.

And now on to tonight's story.

October. I hope to see you there. And now, on to tonight story. October 7, 2004. Jennifer, friends and family of Mark,

as promised here, copies of the correspondence I received from Mark over the course of the last month.

For the most part, I've nearly copied and pasted him for my email application.

As you'll read, he requested this, in hopes that you'll better understand why he did what he did.

I made this page because it's the most efficient way to share Mark's emails with all of you.

I'm not advertising this to anyone, but I do think it would be wise to pass this URL along to anyone who may need help with the investigation.

As I collect more information from various sources, I'll update the page to keep it, to keep it an accurate record.

I have that link at the end of the series as well.

If you need to speak with me,

Jen has my number.

Thank you for your patience, and again,

I am profoundly sorry.

Eric.

September 6, 2004.

Eric.

Hey man, it's Mark from Houston.

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