Dear readers of The Graveyard Machine,
I do apologies for the long absence. Something strange started happening a couple of weeks ago that has taken up the majority of my writing time. Despite the fact that I adore tales of horror, I am not actually a diehard believer in the realm of the supernatural – but this strange event is tempting me to change my mind. One can say it is almost coaxing me to believe.
I am all about experiences. I find they only make a writer better. So you would think that this experience would have been a goldmine. It, so far, is not. Instead of receiving a creative spark, I have received nothing but a sense of uneasiness and heavy dread. I guess it’s best to describe what has happened, and what is currently happening in what I have called, The Winter Letters.
Winter Letter #1
It started Wednesday, November 27th,– around 7am I found what appeared to be a ticket on my car windshield. Upon closer inspection it was an envelope containing a blank letter inside. Thinking nothing of it, I threw it with the other pile of crap in my car and headed off to work.
Winter Letter #2
Wednesday, December 4th, I find another envelope tucked underneath my windshield wiper. I opened it to find what appears to find a piece of paper covered in black ink. I was instantly annoyed but that turned into concern when the “inky stuff” started smelling up my car. It is not ink. It smells like oil or grease.
To be honest with you I wasn’t sure what I was thinking. Curiosity, annoyance, concern… I told my girlfriend (call her Rose), but she brushed it off.
Winter Letter #3
December 11, 2013 – Rose slept over. She drove to my house. Her car wouldn’t start this morning. Door was not fully closed, somehow that killed the battery? Jumped it. It started and we went our separate ways.
I stopped to get gas when I noticed that I had no letter. I immediately thought the letters must be from the high school kids next door. Not sure why but maybe they wanted to annoy me? I’m gonna check if any other of the neighbors cars have letters.
Left work to find another sealed letter. This is 3 letters too many. I am going to start documenting this. I have a suspicion that my boss is screwing around with me. Either way this has gotten me a bit freaked out. Why? Take a look at the final letter….
Clearly somebody copy and pasted the image. Not sure what it is but reminds me of something Clive Barker would do.
I’m Feeling off about this because it seems pointless. My only thought is that my boss is pranking me again.
I think I’m going to watch my car tonight.