It started as an occasional innocuous, but oddly knowledgeable, note left on her car. After several, the letters began showing up at her house, growing longer and more intimate, though the handwriting was unrecognizable.
The letters held compliments, but also questioned her everyday activities, even offering advice. With each letter she grew more frightened, unsure who would do this and why they persisted anonymously.
Then suddenly, just as the letters had started they completely stopped, though her unrelenting fear continued.
Story and photo: McGuffy Ann Morris
Linked to: Five Sentence Fiction