Hello My Darling,

                I don't know if you get to read these. I wish you could write back.

                 Someone tried to murder me last night, good thing I awoke at the right moment. I awoke, and there was a figure on top of me, knife to my head, about to push it into my forehead. The figure sat there, looking into my eyes; I didn't say a word, a tear rolled down my cheek.

                  The figure shook its head, then got off of me, and walk over to the door, and then it spoke. Its voice was smooth and nice, but not better than yours. Here is what it said:

"We are all left for death. I was going to speed up the process, so you wouldn't suffer, and I wouldn't have to watch, and I can't do anything about it."

          Then, it dashed out into the darkness.

After the "visitor", I climbed out of our bed, and got on my knees, and prayed to the Lord.

          I was praying that you were still alive, in that dark room.

               I still don't know if you are alive, but I sure am alive.

I still wonder: How did you get down there?

              I remember you sleeping next to me, then I wake up the next moring, to find a letter and paper and a pen. The letter said:

                  He's Trapped Down Here With Us. You Can Write, But Not A Sure Possiabilty That He's Still Alive.

     I got very scarred, and I waited a whole two months to write to you!

                                                                              With love to my Dear,

                                                                                    Alexandria