these letters were found years later when a post office was closed down.
the man who by chance saw these letters addressed to each other was shocked upon reading them..
he has been since suspended for breach of privacy... at a closed post office.
dear mister planklot, I would like to concern you with a letter I got from one of my readers,
as I have always seen you as my leader, I want to have a conversion with you and discuss about this rather bizarre case, his letter was divided into five fold of a page,
by his writing he must have been no more than in his teens I'm afraid,
he wrote about a dream he saw at night,
a pale shadow would emerge from the seam of his pocket;
a rather strange scene, he claimed to have seen this over and over every third night.
the shadow tells him a different story each time, about the future and past;
he has an answer for everything that the boy asks,
it lasts till the shadow transforms into someone human;
and each time it summons a hideous creature that has three legs and nine tails,
he always mentions one name without fail;
some nights ago he whispered my name;
he told me no more, I found that a bit strange.
it was rather interesting to read about the stories the shadow told,
but some of them were infectious and cold,
there were a few that made me wither to my bones,
in the pursuit of knowledge we forget sometimes it is better to leave a few things unknown;
even though I thought it was a faux back then,
I was afraid by the things witnessed by this young man;
I threw the letter and later I forgot about him too;
but yesterday night I had the same dream too;
the shadow talked about you, he told me you will die soon;
but not before murdering me accidentally;
now I don't know what to believe in anymore,
but since I've known you for so many years;
I know there is absolutely no possibility of that happening;
we have never met each other; we only communicate via words and no face,
you don't know my place and I have no clue about yours;
I want to discuss this some more but I have to be out of town in an hour and I'm afraid I have not much time left, and even the post office is far.
I will be eagerly waiting for your response, with some wine and cigars.
yours truly
mister clasten
dear clasten, I am in a rush as I write this letter to you;
as I consider you trustworthy, I confide this in you;
I was driving through a street and I saw a strange looking boy standing still,
I don't know what happened to me but I felt a chill;
it ran through my spine and across my soul,
by the time I could grasp, my car had gone off the road;
I am telling you honestly, I saw a shadow emerging from his pocket;
by then it was too late, I ran someone over by the post office.
it has been a few days but seems no one has a clue,
I'm even going to deleiver this letter at the same post office,
to see if I really have to pay my dues;
if I get caught than it is meant to be, but if I am not,
I will consider myself free.
I hope you can understand, it wasn't my fault,
I am leaving the town, good-bye and all.
yours truly,
mister planklot