The Letter by Emily Staebler

On the night of October 30th, 1998, Jessica Adams and Robert Adams were murdered in cold blood outside of a casino in Vegas. They were on their honeymoon at the time. They had gotten married because they had a beautiful baby girl named Ellie-May. Now this family wasn’t like any other family, they were a family with many secrets. Secrets that her parents took to the grave with them. Now Ellie-May lived in foster care until she was eighteen. Every family that had come to visit the orphanage would say she was bad luck and that she was going to ruin the family if they took her home. She never knew why. She was like any other little girl. The only thing that was unique about her was her strawberry blonde hair and her piercing green eyes. Her skin was littered with freckles and she was kind of short. She was a very pretty girl which confused her anymore. 

It’s now the year 2016, Ellie-May had just graduated high school and was now going to college to become a lawyer. Ellie-May was now living in her own apartment that she bought with the money her parents left her. It was six o’clock at night and she was sitting on her couch with her laptop when there was a knock at the door. She got up, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and walking to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw no one there. She opened the door and looked down each side of the hallway, expecting to see someone walking away but she saw nothing. She was about to shut the door when she noticed something at her feet. It was a manilla folder that had her name on it. She bent down and picked it up, looking down the hallway one more time before shutting the door. She walked back to her spot on the couch, opening the folder on her way and what was in the folder will haunt her dreams for the rest of her life. 

In the folder was gruesome pictures of two people dead. Their throats were purple and black from the bruises there. They both were dressed in really nice attire. The man was in a black suit which was covered in blood and the lady beside him was in a floral white dress which was also covered in blood. 

“Oh my God,” she said to herself. Her hand going up to my mouth, covering it in shock. 

There was a white envelope in the vanilla folder that was also labeled with, ‘Ellie-May Rose Adams.’ She pulled the letter out and opened it. The letter was written in chicken scratch but it was still readable. She started reading the letter and it said. 

Dear Ellie-May,

I’m assuming you’re wondering who the people in the photos are. Well Ellie, it’s your parents. I know it must be shocking for you to find out that your parents were murdered this way, but let’s skip the melodrama and get on with your life. That is if you survive the next 24 hours. For the next 24 hours, I want you to do what I say and you can’t contact the police. If you contact the police, someone close to you will suffer. If you don’t do everything I tell you. You will suffer. Hope you survive the 24 hours.

Sincerely, 

Your Parents killer

Ellie-May let out a shaky breath, looking around her apartment to see if anyone was currently there. She walked over and picked up her home phone. She dialed 911, but all that came out was a static noise. She put the phone back down and went to the couch, where she left her smartphone. She picked up the phone and dialed 911, but the recorded voice came out, telling her that she had no service to make the call. She started to panic. How was this person doing this? How did this person even know where she lived? 

She grabbed the manila folder and the letter and chucked it in the trash can. She took a deep breath and walked back over to her laptop. She wasn’t going to stress about a prank. Her home phone went out all the time, and the service is spotty in her apartment. The letter was just some punk pranking her. 

Two hours went by when there was another knock on the door. Ellie got back up off the couch and went to the door, opening it. She looked down each side of the hall only for no one to be there. She looked down at the ground and instead of a vanilla folder, there was a white envelope. She picked it up and walked back into her apartment, opening the letter. 

Dear, Ellie-May,

I see that you tried to call the police. I will forgive you this one time, but if it happens again. There will be consequences. Now, it’s time for your first task, I want you to answer the phone call you’re about to receive. When you do, I want you to do everything the voice tells you. If you don’t, then you’re going to suffer.

Sincerely,

Your Parents Killer

Right as Ellie finished reading the letter, her cell phone went off. She walked over to the phone and answered it. 

“Hello,” she asked with a shaky voice. 

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you Ellie-May. I’ve been waiting all day to finally speak with you. Are you ready to do what I say,” a deep dark voice said. It sent shivers down her spin. She didn’t say anything, but she did let out a shaky breath. “Now, it isn’t fun to have a one sided conversation. Now, I want you to walk outside your door and head to the elevator.”

She did as she was told and grabbed her keys. Once she grabbed them, she walked outside her door, shutting it behind her but she just stood there. 

“I want you to walk to the elevator,” the voice repeated harshly. 

She jumped a little when he spoke. She started heading down the hallway, walking very slowly. She was trying to come up with a plan to escape this freak and run. Maybe if she took the stairs, she could run fast enough to make it into a public area. And that is exactly what she did once she reached the elevator. She burst through the door to the stairs and started running down them. She was lucky she only lived on the fifth floor because she would’ve died by the time she reached the bottom. 

She finally got down to the lobby of her apartment complex and bolted out the back exit. She was in a back alley. It was dark out. She pulled her phone out to see what time it was. She never ended the call with the man. She brought the phone back up to her ear to hear if he was saying anything, and he was. 

“That wasn’t a smart thing to do Ellie- May. I think you should turn around.” 

She didn’t have to turn around to know someone was there. She could feel the presence of the man. She closed her eyes and breathed in. She was about to run when she felt a bony hand wrap around her throat and push her against the wall. He started to push in, making it almost impossible to breathe. She wanted to scream and let someone know she was back there, but nothing would come out. He kept pushing harder and harder until her face was turning purple. That’s when he pulled out the knife that he killed her parents with. 

“This is revenge for your parents stealing my idea and getting me fired, “the man said, pulling his arm back and stabbing the girl. 

She was already dead by the time the killer stabbed her for the sixth time. The man could hear the police sirens in the distance and left. Leaving and dead Ellie-May there, bloody and purple. 

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