The Mailman Is Here

''I need to get my story out. I need to see if anyone else has had this happen. I need someone to help me.''

About a week ago, I was sitting at my kitchen table drinking my coffee and looking through my mail from the previous day.

Nothing special had come, just the usual bills and random catologs for WalMart and other nearby stores.

'clink,bang' I heard sound of my mail box being opened and closed.

Walking to the front door, I found more Advertisements, and then something I hadn't seen before in my mail stacks.

An envelope labled 'Look Inside'

Well duh, I wasn't just planning to dispose of it..

Bringing all the mail to the table, I slit the top of the letter open with my thumb nail, and a thick stack of glossy finished photos piled out. At first glance, it looked like someone was taking a photography session at a horror movie set.

But no, I was sure wrong. Looking closer I could see the images were not what I thought. They were gory and up-close images of what I guess you could descibe as a zombies. The clothes were torn up, or ripped off, and the flesh was shredded of to the bare bone in some places. I stopped on the second image out of about fifteen and made a break to the bathroom to vomit into the toilet.

After I was done, I made my way to the kitchen, quickly disposing of the pictures, then to examine the envelope.

No return adress, No name, No anything. Just 'Look Inside'.

I then disposed of that also, and continued my day, trying to put the event behind me.

Altough I could not shake the feeling that whoever mailed it to me murdured those people.

The Next day started out normal, that is, until I got my daily mail.

There it was. Another fat envelope.

I ripped it open feircley, taking out a single photo.

And as I guessed, it was another bloodied and deformed human.

I threw it in the garbage along with the photo and all the rest from yesterday, and took the garbage bag to my fire pit in the back yard and poured some gasoline on top of it then threw a match to it.

Hoping that this was a prank from one of my good friends who worked regularly in crime sences, I gave him a call but he just said that it's all in my head and hung up with a chuckle.

This has happened every day except for weekends when the Mailman doesnt come.

I'm thinking of moving...I need to make myself dissapear. Nobody can have my adress. I'm not safe.

If you experience this...well...your not alone.

Now I need to go. The Mailman is Here.