Letters from the Darkness: Messages from the Missing 📜👁️

The other day, I was cleaning out my grandfather’s old basement. Dark, damp, filled with dusty boxes of things no one had touched in years. There’s always something eerie about places like this — maybe it’s the silence, the weight of forgotten memories, or the simple fact that some things are better left undisturbed.

But, as they say, curiosity is the fuel of nightmares.

At the bottom of one of the boxes, I found a strange folder filled with newspaper clippings from the 1980s. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded, but the headline on the front page was still clear:

📰 "They Write to Us from Nowhere."

The article told the bizarre story of a small town called Raven Creek, Maine (of course, Maine). Residents had reported receiving mystery letters from people who had been declared missing for years.

📩 Messages from the disappeared.

These weren’t hoaxes — or at least, that’s what their loved ones claimed. The handwriting was identical. The letters contained personal details only the missing people could have known. One letter, for instance, was written by a woman named Loretta Wells, who had vanished in 1967. She addressed it to her son:

"Johnny, don’t look for me. It’s different here, but I’m okay. I miss you, but I don’t need to come back. I can always hear the river, though there’s no water here. Take care of yourself."

Her son later told reporters that his mother had always been terrified of water. He even showed the letter to the local press, but they just shrugged it off.

And then, things got even stranger.

Some of these haunted letters had postmarks that didn’t exist. One was dated October 32, 1983.

Yeah. Thirty-second.

The police dismissed it all as hoaxes. "Pranks," they said. "Cruel jokes." "People see what they want to see."

But the deeper I went through the clippings, the more disturbing it became.

The last article in the folder was from 1987. It reported that the man who first raised the alarm about the letters had disappeared himself. His name was Victor Lehman, the owner of a local bar. He had shown everyone a letter from his brother — a brother who had drowned in 1974.

Then, one night, Victor never opened the bar again.

🚪 Police found an envelope on his doorstep. But the contents of the letter were never made public.

Something about this entire story keeps haunting me.

Who sent those letters? Were they real? Or were they written by someone — or something — that didn’t want to be forgotten?

And most importantly… where did Victor Lehman go?

I closed the folder, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

If you received a letter from someone who had been missing for years… would you open it?

Or would you burn it, unread? 🔥