Upon the given terms dedicated to the Hartford family it is in the highest respects, and has my strong regards to keep a cold caution on the Withster family. As a former investigator, I have been given the prosperity to address your situation with respective overviews, and it is in the kindest respect that I bring your matter to hand immediately.
Your neighbor,
.Thomas Williams
The letter was quite short for it to be from our neighbor. He always wrote long letters, usually regarding small things; like when we left our grass grow. Tom, was an unusual person. He wouldn't even notice such a thing as the Withster family. I had been the the nanny to their children who were very respective, of all property. So, Tom couldn't have been right about his accusations. Which is why I, nor any one of the Hartford Family or any police at the matter, was able to see what should come towards us.
My father, who was a writer, never aroused high suspicions of anything, but my mother was superstitious. Warning us not to go near certain people, she had regarded us to stay far away from the Withsters. And so my sisters and my brother stayed away. Being the oldest of my siblings, I had to get a job. So, I babysat the Withster children. They weren't particularly unsettling, in fact they were rather pleasing. Though there always was a chilling sense, something quite depressing I would say, they were either too happy, or too nice, or too willing. Now that I remember them, they were rather suspicious.
Once, when I was walking past their house, to get to the market, a letter was thrown at me, or maybe too me.
The house was tall, old. It had shingles falling off, it was a browning decaying awful house. I was able to trace the window the letter fell from, but I didn't comprehend that I wouldn't be able to read it. Latter that day, while walking home with the milk, and eggs, another letter was received.
This one I read as soon as I got home where it read:
Dearest friend Sophia,
I have noticed your mother's and your suspicion, and I would like to ask you to kindly release them to the back of your head, as you know, we have been good friends. Sophia, my friend, I would like to see you soon! If you need anything, any help, contact me. My good friend, goodbye.
Yours, Matthew Withster
Of course the letter only encouraged more suspicion, but when I reached the first letter the door opened. Dropping it onto the carpet floor, I ran down stairs to the main family room. My house was rather large, which would be reasonable since my father was a good writer and my mother took pride in her business job. Seeing that there was a new face at the door, one I didn't recognize, I asked who they were.
