A LETTER FOOM A STRANGER

 

              A LETTER FROM A STRANGER

 

 “I found a letter under my pillow, written in my own handwriting—but I had never written it. The date on it was 10 years ahead.

When I found the letter, I was shocked. My palms got sweaty, my heart started beating faster, and my eyes couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I felt afraid. I looked around, then outside my window. I asked my father and my brother about it, but no one responded anything.

Suddenly, I remembered something… the words of a mysterious man who had given me this letter 10 years ago.

That day, I was waiting at the bus stop. It was raining heavily, and thunder was roaring. Suddenly, I saw a man dressed in black cloths, wearing a cap on his head. He was standing near a street pole in the heavy rain, without an umbrella or raincoat.

At first, everything seemed normal. But after a while, he started staring at me. There was no one else around. I felt uncomfortable, so I took out my phone and started recording, hoping he would leave.

But he didn’t. He slowly began to walk towards me. I got scared and screamed. He came closer, handed me a letter, and said something I never wanted to hear.

He told me about a murder case in which I was involved—but I had never been arrested because the police had no evidence.

My heart started racing. How did he know about it? I closed my eyes for a moment… and when I opened them, he had disappeared. I couldn’t even see his face. Just then, my bus arrived. I quickly got on, still shaken. The bus was empty… except for one man sitting quietly, listening to music through his earphone. I quickly went to my seat and sat down. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. With my trembling hands “as I slowly opened the letter, I realized the handwriting was exactly like mine.’’ I read last line everything started coming back…  There was no murder. It was a suicide. She didn’t die because of someone else… she died because of me. No….

Because I was her.  And the letter I was holding… I had written it myself***

 

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