Dear friend,

I have decided to stay within my house.

For an unknown amount of time, I must say;

Do not worry for me.

 

They are coming for me, have I told you that?

The demons, or the FBI.

I will figure out eventually which it is,

But I know something is following me.

 

I hear them crawling in my attic, you know that?

I can here staticky squeaks, distorted mutterings.

The landlord says they are mice,

But I know the truth.

 

Dear friend, can you do me a favor?

Burn this letter within half an hour of receiving it.

It takes half an hour to walk here and back,

The people shouldn't be able to get there in time.

 

I boarded up my windows, you know that?

They can't see me no more.

I am safe for the time being.

But soon they will strike.

 

One of my socks went missing yesterday.

Only one came out of the wash.

They must have stolen it.

It won't be long now.

 

You probably think I'm crazy, don't you?

Rambling about microphones in the walls.

I thought I had someone to confide in.

But alas, they poison you with their lies.

 

I suppose I must be going now.

There is a man in a raincoat walking past.

Ah, he glanced at the house!

He must be one of them.

 

Sincerely,

Your Friend

P.S. I see a camera on your doorbell.

Not too noticeable. They are coming for you too.