Europe, 30th November 2010
Dear anonymous reader,
if you find this letter on your hands, than, it means that something terrible has happen to me and to people involved in this story.
So please, I beg you, read what’s coming next very carefully and be aware that somebody may be watching you and your life could be in serious danger.
Oh no! I don’t want to scary you or scratch your attention, but maybe you should know that if you keep reading, your life will change and I’m afraid to tell you not in better.
What follows this initial letter, is a story, a little novel. Everything of it, every little piece, is just the true. You won’t believe it. I don’t either, but hey, if you are reading this letter, that means I’m already dead somewhere and the security code has been activated.
So I pass you my secret and I leave you the legacy to let people know what you are going to know soon.
If you decide not to believe on what is written here, than, you should take the manuscript and burn it. Burn everything and delete from your memory ad your heart everything you read.
If you can.
You won’t be able to sleep at night, I dare you. You’ll become paranoid, schizophrenic and you won’t believe anybody anymore. You will start questioning your life, the meaning of death and finally you will acknowledge the terrible truth as I did.
And here, what I want you to do. Why I choose you from the millions of name in the world. Take this story and publish it. Make the world know the truth. It’s your only chance of survive.
If you don’t, they will find you and they will kill you. Just as they did with me. And forgive my presumption, but if they manage to kill me, they won’t have any difficulties in making you disappear.
Yeah, for those people killing is not enough. They need to make you disappear, delete every mark of your passage in this world. And you want to know why? To keep alive a legend. To make it survive through centuries.
Lock yourself in a room, and read these pages. Maybe take some chocolate and rum, while reading. Maybe in front of a fireplace, so you could throw away this pages if you feel you can’t take anymore and you prefer to wait for the Death.
I would like to apologize if your name was chosen, but let’s say it was just destiny.
Dear reader, I would like to stay here with you and tell you a bit more, and scare you just a little bit more, but time’s precious and I don’t know how much time is left for me and I have many things to do and someone to meet for a last time.
If you ever loved anybody, after reading this story, run to them and kiss them. Even if they don’t love you anymore or they never loved you. Do it. Because if the last minutes of your life will come sooner than you expect, you will regret it.
I leave you my friend.
Here’s my legacy, decide what to do. It’s a hard decision, but you have to. And, please, if you could, don’t hate me for dragging you in this story. I just had to.
I wish you good luck, my dear friend. You will need it. God knows how much.
PS: I will never ever tell the right name and position of the place. Not for stimulating your curiosity, but because, even if I hate those people, I know the secret they are protecting needs to stay hidden from the rest of the world. But I just can’t let them continue doing the thing they are doing to keep the secret and harming and killing innocent people.