ARCHIVED LETTERS

October 14, 1987

I do not think the house is empty anymore.

The sounds in the attic stopped the moment I mentioned them aloud. Mother says the wind is changing again, but I know what footsteps sound like.

If you find this, do not trust the photographs.

November 2, 1987

Something keeps moving the portraits.

I woke up this morning and every face in the hallway had been turned toward my bedroom door.

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