Dear Heather

Below is my response to Heather Hubler's "Write Me a Letter Challenge.

Dear Heather,

I am desperate and the only way to communicate to you securely is through the Vocal platform. They are after me and I am terrified.

It all started when I published my fiction story, Out of the Shadows, on Vocal. First, my phone would ring and the caller would hang up, then I’ve received strange IRS audit letters with weird symbols penciled on them. A black van has been parked across the street for days. They don’t think I see them going for coffee in their lettered windbreakers. A black sedan parked behind them today. After confronting the agents two men in black suits took up the surveillance. I am being followed.

My cats are acting strange. I awoke choking , to find Fabian and Ella close to my face and sucking air from my mouth. Are they trying to kill me?

Please, I need your help. My story of the coven is one hundred percent fiction. None of it’s true. I don’t know anything about a murder of a news media star named Gisele.

This morning the two agents knocked on my door with a search warrant. They didn’t tell me what they were looking for. Strange, the only item they took was my hairbrush. Was it for DNA? I don’t know. Wait, don’t witches need a personal item to curse someone? Omg! I’m dead.

Heather, please get the word out, I will not harm myself. I made up everything on my story. Please tell everyone “Do not believe it.”

An owl just landed on a tree and is guarding the back yard. It’s screech is horrifying.

I’m packing my bags now. It’s the witches, I know it. They are coming for me to curse and kill me.

I’ve got to get out of here. Can I hide out at your place? I have gold coins I can pay you.

Please, I’m begging you. Help me.

Your desperate friend,

J. S. Wade

P.S. - Abcdefghijklmnopqrstubwxyz. I also want you to kno…. (Hold on a second)

Who’s there? Fabian!! You let them in? Arghhhhh…….