SUNDAY MORNING

Mom and Dad held me and comforted me as I retold my dream tearfully. Over and over again they said that it was just a nightmare like all good parents would, but I had a feeling that it was not the case. I calmed down and they left, telling me to take a shower as they did. As soon as they left I jumped up and went back onto the computer, opening the site again. I set the envelope on the keyboard and tiptoed downstairs, making sure to not be noticed. Amy was watching TV while Mom and Dad were in the kitchen cooking. I grabbed the home phone off of its dock and ran back upstairs. I dialed the first number listed, after putting in a code that would make my number block to the recipients of the call. It rang a few times before a female voice answered with a nervous hello. I replied in monotone, afraid if I spoke up my voice would shake. I told them how I got the letter and what happened when I tried to read it. There was shuffling around on the other end and it sounded like a male was there too. They asked me how old I was and I just stayed silent. They told me it was important and that I had nothing to be worried about. I still didn’t answer. The male was put on and he began bargaining with me, offering to tell me what the letter said if I sent it back to them. Downstairs, Dad began shouting at me to get into the shower. I quickly hung up on the man when he was in mid-sentence and got in the shower.

When I got out I looked at the letter again. It was just the same. I could make out a few conjunctions but still nothing. I groaned and got dressed, going downstairs to eat.  Mom and Dad greeted me happily. Amy moved up from the couch and went to the table for us to eat.

After breakfast, I showed Mom the letter this time and she squinted, leaning in to see better. She told me it was just squiggly lines and asked who wrote it. I told her Amy and she dismissed it. I went upstairs again and went into an email website. I signed up for an anonymous email and sent one to the people who made the website.

“I have the letter, and no-one else can see the letters. Only I can, but I cannot read it. Tell me how, and I will send it to you once I have read it. If you trace this email to its source you will not be receiving the letter.” I wrote. After some hesitation I sent it. In less than two minutes there was a reply.

“You cannot know. We need that letter.”

“Who is ‘we’?”

“Irrelevant. We need that letter.”

“Why? It’s useless.”

“That is what you need to think. We need that letter.”

“You aren’t getting squat till I have answers.”

“We cannot.”

“We?” After that there was no reply. I sighed in frustration and spent the rest of the day with Mom.