I live with a potential killer.

My dad has always been an odd guy, I've learned to live with it. He's never tried to kill anyone, or even hurt anyone, so I never thought there was anything too wrong with him until my sister and I were living with our aunt and uncle for the summer, and our dad came to visit for a couple of weeks. It was a few weeks before he arrived, when I was talking to my dad on the phone, when he asked me to help him find a place to stay while he's visiting us, so he won't bother us.<br><br>The next day he called me and said that he had found a place to stay, but it was with a woman. I was really confused and asked him what he meant. He said that it was a friend of his, and he was going to be staying with her for the time that he was visiting us. I asked him if he thought that was weird. He said it wasn't, and that he would see us soon.<br><br>He arrived a few days later and the first thing he did was go to the woman's apartment. My sister and I had to go with him because he had no car, and he didn't want us to go into the woman's apartment, he only wanted to leave our luggage there. We went into the woman's apartment, and she was in bed. She was really friendly to us, but I could tell that she didn't like my dad at all. I was wondering what was going on, but I didn't think anything of it, and I figured that maybe he was just a little odd.<br><br>He ended up staying with us for the rest of the summer, and I didn't see him again until the day before he left. I was really happy to see that he was gone, because he was a total nightmare. I was just so relieved to be rid of him. When he left, I was really happy, but when I got home I found that he had left a bunch of things at my place. I thought that I could just put it all in the garbage, but when I was cleaning up, I found something really weird.<br><br>It was a piece of paper, folded up really tight. I opened it and found that it was a piece of paper with my name and address on it, with some words scribbled on it. It was "To my dear [name], I'm glad I finally got you to see the light. Don't let your sister talk you out of it, she doesn't know what's best. You'll see, once you see things my way. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Love, Dad."<br><br>I was really scared and didn't know what to do, so I went to my aunt and uncle's house to tell them what had happened. They told me that it was a message from my dad to me, and that he had never tried to kill anyone before, but that it was really creepy and weird. I asked them if I should be scared of him, and they said that I shouldn't be, but that it was still really strange. They said that they would help me to get rid of the stuff, and I asked them if I should call the police, but they said that it wasn't worth it.<br><br>I ended up getting rid of the stuff, but I still had that paper, and I didn't want to keep it. So I burned it and put it in the garbage. I was really relieved to be rid of it, but when I was cleaning up the garbage, I found a piece of paper in the trash that was really similar to the one I had just burned.<br><br>It was a piece of paper with my name and address on it, with some words scribbled on it. It was "To my dear [name], I'm glad I finally got you to see the light. Don't let your sister talk you out of it, she doesn't know what's best. You'll see, once you see things my way. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Love, Dad."<br><br>I was so freaked out, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to call the police, and I didn't want to get rid of it. I wanted to keep it, but I was scared of my dad. So I decided to burn it again, but this time I kept the ashes.<br><br>I still have that paper, and I still have those ashes. I don't want to let anyone see it, and I don't want anyone to know what's going on. I'm just so freaked out. I don't know what to do, but I know that I don't want to be near my dad anymore. He's not a killer, but he's definitely weird. I don't know what to do.<br><br>&#x200B;