Work at a post office.

I know, not the most amazing job, but I find it fulfilling, I enjoy the routine and since I’ve been at it for a long time the hours ain’t half bad.

I was cleaning the other day when I found a letter between all the rubbish. Very dirty, no stamp, only a sentence on the envelope that read:

“To the ones after my death.”.

It’s not that long of a letter. But I found the contents inside it interesting, so I’ll write them here for anyone who wants to read:

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What is the worst way to die?

Some would say drowning, being boiled alive, an illness, and countless other ways that would be immensely painful. But in my humble opinion, the style of death matters not.

It might sound bizarre, but I have found a method of knowing the way people will die, like gazing into the future, but not quite.

I recently acquired this technique, the workings of which I will not reveal; but that is beside the point. The reason I write this very letter is to simply leave a record of my existence, to be read by whoever gets it, and inform them I have seen my death in the near future, I will die tomorrow.

I see myself walking at stroke of midnight, I still do not know why. I stop for a second and look around, it’s empty, or that is how it seems at first.

A figure emerges…

Silent, slow, a colossal being, one that soars as high as the tallest cathedrals, towering over me like some sort of god.

It has no eyes yet it glares at me from up in the sky. It lowers itself, crashing down on me. I do not move, I do not scream, I am too afraid.

The being engulfs me. Swallows and crushes me under its immense presence, but I do not die there, no.

My death will be slow.

I can feel the fibers of my muscles slowly waste and rot away, my bones crack and hollow, my lungs and heart burn in an unending blaze of pain; all in the span of a few minutes.

The being cackles in pleasure, it takes joy in my suffering and entertainment in my sorrow. Mark my words, I have seen the death of countless humans; in the present, past and future. Not in all my years on this Earth have I seen such deep misery and dreadful torment inflicted on someone, less on myself.

The worst part is that at this moment I am only but a mere spectator, a silent bystander. There is no way to change fate, I have tried and failed countless times.

The hell that awaits me has not even begun but I pray to God it ends quickly for my suffering will extent even after my passing. That is my destiny.

– William Alerose.

08th of November, 1906.

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