The Far-sighted Story

I am confused. I don't know what to do. I am afraid, very much afraid. It was a week later when I've been like this. Oh God please help me! I know whoever read this would not understand me. I am one among the greatest writer here in America, but I don't know how to start this one.

Nine years ago when I was in second Year College at the California University, I've found a very peculiar secret that no man can ever imagine. I was with my friend when we had decided to visit a very famous house in our state. The famous house was once owned by a sexy Hollywood goddess named M.M. (I did not give the exact name because she is 39 years dead.) The house had been abandoned since the owner died. My father who was the state Governor then (1992) had given me the prohibited privilege to visit and stayed in the famous house adopted by the state government.

I was wrong when I thought I will enjoy my stay, instead it makes my life a hell.

Myla is the girl I've been with on that night. She is my classmate since 7th grade. She is not like the other ladies that you could find on the streets. She is very respectful. And to avoid what might have happen to us, I decided to sleep in the other room.

At mid-twelve, Myla was already sleeping in her room while I was still cleaning the other room I am supposed to sleep. When I moved the bed I found a very old box under it. Having a second thought in opening it, I did not pay much attention but finally decided to do so when sleep did not fall on me.

The old box is just like a box of shoes, faded and had been worn out by moisture so I carefully opened it. Inside it was a bunch of dry candies and a letter written in an ordinary paper. I do not have any plan of reading the letter but curiosity struck me when I saw M.M.'s name on it (the signature had told me so).

No words can express how much it frightened me. That simple letter that holds a peculiar secret molded my life to be scared all the time. How I regret why I went to that famous house. I couldn't believe that in just split of time without knowing anything that my life will be frozen, my dreams. I do not want to write these anymore but I know I should. I want to inform you, I want to warn you even though it will not help much at least I tried. I am not trying to scare you but it is true. All of you who gave time to read this must have strong faith. You should be strong because this is not an ordinary letter. Remember it froze my dreams; it took me away from my home, my dear town.

It already started. I hope its not too late. To all my readers don't turn me away. Don't close my pages. And if by asking me I denied its truthfulness. Don't believe me. Just trust my pages. I'm just human I need my fame and popularity.

To inform you, all of you who became the master of their faith I copied the original letter I read nine years ago just for you to know it. Read it carefully and be strong.