Notes From The Dead

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

I live in a two-bedroom townhouse that was left to me by my Grandma after she passed away 4 years ago. It still has all its original Victorian detail and I plan on keeping it that way. As you can tell, I'm a sucker for History!

I can see the post has already arrived - the usual bills and leaflets that will be going straight into the trash. As I rifle through the envelopes, one catches my eye as it's marked as URGENT. The handwriting isn't familiar to me either as I scan it before opening it. I can't remember the last time I received a handwritten letter - if ever!

Before I open it I decide to make a coffee and then sit down at my kitchen table to explore the letter. It's a simple cream envelope with very neat handwriting stating my name and address and is postmarked as Salem, MA which is even stranger. Surely it would've been easier just to hand-deliver it if they live locally? Gently I open the envelope to reveal a letter on an A5 sheet of paper written in a bold marker.

All isn't as it seems with how your friend died. Maybe you should look into the circumstances further. How can a strong swimmer drown in a place they're so familiar with? Have you found her Book Of Light yet?

A concerned citizen

My heart begins to race - who would send this to me now? Charlotte has been gone for 6 months. Surely this information would've been useful back when her death was being investigated? It would be a lie to say I didn't have a suspicion when it first happened that something wasn't right. Especially as Charlotte was such a strong swimmer and was even on the swim team back in high school. But when they ruled it accidental and couldn't find any evidence of foul play I took the Police and authorities at their word. Surely this couldn't be a prank? And a heartless one at that! 

One thing I knew for certain - I would do everything in my power to unveil the identity of the sender and in the process, I would start looking into Charlotte's death; just in case there was some truth to the letter.