Mysterious Letter

flashes come back to me ...the murderous looks of each one...the jump in the train...the accident...stop !!!

In this life, everything changes at the last minute, the events of the past come to haunt us too.

Every time the timeline crosses our walls, it warns us of the future or simply wipes us out as it does all the time.

It's all so dark and quiet...two years ago I destroyed my life, two years ago I changed forever, two years ago I lost my freedom, my pride and my identity.

Innocent but I paid the price: the price of a death not committed, of an act not committed...killing someone was never in my vocabulary.

Being in the middle of a scene set up at the wrong time and place, everything was designed in my name for years.

Nothing could be proven...nothing could change and the truth never took place and never found its voice in Rosenwood.

Waking up in a sweat, the lamp flickered slightly, my blanket all crumpled up between my legs and arms, touching the floor. My whole body is numb from sleeping on this damn bed.

My heartbeat was racing in my chest, I sat down to calm it, and the driver's bloody head still haunted my mind.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It was nine o'clock in the evening.

I wonder who it could be?

Maybe Jessica is waiting for someone... I didn't know or expect anyone tonight.

I walked out of the hallway and knocked on Jessica's bedroom door.

I yelled through the door: Jessica are you expecting someone tonight?! I asked her... no answer...

- Jessica?!

Nothing... I was going to break the door down but I heard water running.

She must be taking her bath.

Reluctantly, I was going to open the door.

I opened it but there was no one behind the door.

A crumpled black envelope was thrown on the floor.

It was anonymous, like an invitation to my funeral.

Something told me it was a big mistake to have taken it inside, as if I was back in the dark world of my nightmares.

I look at it under my lamp: I touch it feeling the softness of this paper: my conscience reminds me ...hmmm...that the letter is handwritten...very old paper with a particular smell as if it was familiar to me. What I thought: this letter came directly from Rosenwood.

I open it and read:

Dear Linda, if you are looking for answers about what happened two years ago, meet me at 9:00 pm in front of the old lake house. All your nightmares are pure truth! J

What a strange letter! Who is it? I know this style of writing but it's not possible: this person is gone...no it's not possible...

I remember his beautiful, mysterious, rebellious face...I was in love with before...right? ! I shouted.

-That's not possible...that person is dead...he always had that flashy look on his face, like he knew everything that others would like to hear....

My heart started beating even faster and a chill ran down my spine. I couldn't believe it...

I looked down at the letter again. I had never been back to Rosenwood. Such a cursed and mysterious town as it is, its inhabitants very strange and dark.

This nightmare has only just begun!