Dear Anne,

Richard here. I know you probably think this is a prank letter. You know I’m dead. But please, don’t throw this letter away. How strange and unbelievable this may sound, it is really me. They let me write this letter and made sure to deliver it to you. But that is not important right now. Your future is, as for that of our children.

I convinced them that you are a good woman. A loyal, kind and beautiful person. I know I did not tell them any lies while saying this. I convinced them that I should warn you. Warn you about the upcoming global events. You see, They have grown tired of us humans laying waste to Their lands. They watched us for millennia, giving us chance after chance to redeem ourselves, to stop our destructive ways. In Their eyes, we failed. No, we humiliated Them. We destroyed Their lands and we laughed at every warning They gave, every bit of pity They showed. We became worse at every chance They gave us to better ourselves. They are done waiting. They are preparing to serve us the punishment we deserve.

I cannot tell you what this punishment entails and you don’t have much time left. Once it starts, there is no more choosing. Please, my love, there is only one way out. Come to me, to the place of the dead, for you are better of here. Take the children with you and please make it swift. They shouldn’t suffer. Do it now, for once it starts, the gate will close. You don’t want to find out what happens after that. Thrust me.

Love,

Richard