I get a letter in the mail it reads, “You may never believe me but I swear I’m not liar. I need your help. I’m you. From a parallel universe. Please..” that’s where the letter cuts off. It must just be some lousy,bored teenage I think to myself. They would’ve said more if it was real. I don’t even know where to go. I frustratingly crumple the paper and throw it in the trash. “Sis. I got a weird letter, it’s to you.” Her voice was like any 14 year old, dark and not cheerful. I snatch it, ripping open the neat paper revealing fine print handrighting. This letter read, “Please..the address is 2206 perry drive.” The letter cut off again. 2206? Perry drive? “But my address is 2206 Perry drive.” I mumbled. If it is a teenager it’s also a stalker. My sister came in again, “I guess you are popular.” She said handing me 2 new letters. This time she stayed to watch me read them. Out loud I read, “I’m all seriousness please! I need your help!” Horror washed over my face. “Who’s that?” My sister,Natalie asked inching forward. Instead of answering I read the next letter, “Natalie. I need your help to. You know an Abigail correct? Abigail price?” Natalie’s face turned completely pale and traumatized. She could only nod as if the words were stuck.

Another letter arrived I gave it to Natalie. “Natalie, she well..I guess you could say she needs your help too.” Natalie read then furry rose in her. “Whoever wrote this is-is a liar!” Natalie crumpled up the paper and stuffed it in a trash can.

Her and Abigail never talked they only knew of each other. It was an obvious trick. To lure them. I stood up giving myself a brief view of the remaining letters and at the very top and image was drawn out. A picture—of my house. With the caption ‘My next letter victim.’