As soon as I rememberd or as I should, I rememberd mail being deliverd by weird times when no one was around.

Normaly it woukdnt be questionabke but everytime no one would be there with an unknown packaging system as well as the creepy text that would be in the letters.

Each letter being handmade hand made with an operator symbol neatly placed in the middle as if the person or creature would hand craft the letters with unnerving power and talent.

Every time I got a letter I remember not knowing a damb thing that was written, not because if the writting but the words that were not from this world. Each note I read I tossed feeling as if it was some sick joke, but I now relize how wrong one like me to be.

These notes in the letter weren't some sick joke by some child, it was a message aiming to be a warning of the days to come.

Of all of the weeks this one was the most petrifying one as the (-------) letters, noise, and voises had lend me to miss my work at my hometown, my job where I would soon loose. Now I have hot a new thing to do, a new thing that needs me to work in order to find the one.

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This is a creepypasta story about my oc senderman I've commissioned slybun