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Something In My House Was Moved. Then The Letters Started. by Swillpup
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I want to be clear about something before I write this. I am not someone who loses things. I know where I put things. I have always known. It's the kind of thing people used to tease me about - the way I'd notice if something on a shelf was even slightly off, the way I'd go back and check a door I'd already locked just because something felt wrong. Three weeks ago something was moved. I told myself it was nothing. Something misplaced. Something I forgot I'd moved. Something that made sense if I didn't look at it too long. Then I started getting letters. Not through the mail. Through my email. No sender name I recognised. Just - letters. Addressed to me. Written like whoever sent them already knew what I'd noticed. Already knew I'd hesitated. The second one said: "You've already come up with at least one reasonable answer. Something simple. Something that makes this letter easier to dismiss. Hold onto that explanation. You'll need it later." The fifth one was from someone different. A different voice entirely. Warning me that the first writer wasn't telling me everything. That I wasn't supposed to be contacted this early. That whatever I was being made aware of - it strengthens with awareness. It said: "Do not open the next letter." I opened it. I don't know what I'm dealing with. I've been documenting everything as it comes. If anyone has experienced something like this - letters that seem to know you, a second voice that contradicts the first - I need to know I'm not the only one. I'll update as the next ones arrive.