Midnight Countess

It was a beautiful Monday in May and the sun's rays outside poured the whole city into a feeling of merriment and happiness. Finally, slowly but surely, summer comes and with it all the joys that await us in this warm period. After ten o'clock in the morning, the bell rang in my apartment. I walked to the door about opened. Our postman was standing there, holding a small white envelope in her hand. I had to sign a receipt of the registered letter, and when I took it, I placed it on the table and no longer paid attention to it. I didn't open it until lunch time. At first, I didn't believe it was a serious matter. Given my work and my interest, I thought that someone was making a good day out of me. But something told me not to throw it away and go where the sender of the letter invited me. I put on my inner voice and went to the agreed place with uncertain feelings.

Here is a transcript of this special letter.

Dear writer (esotericist).