Coming down my letterbox, a shiver down my spine
I rush outside to find the streets deserted.
A humble knock is all it takes for me to look inside,
And I see a small envelope inserted.
I gently take it out, and rest it on the stove,
I singe it with a flame and it opens.
A postcard is at view, with small letters backside,
My luck is getting better, I hopens.
"Dear who it may concern, a story is t...