A Story A Day. Story 186 of 365: Mail.

From: Unknown 
To: Cordelia Smith
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Repent
August 13th, 2010 at 5:07 AM
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I remember what you did. Repent!

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From: Cordelia Smith 
To: Unknown
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Re: Repent
August 13th, 2010 at 9:31 AM
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I am sorry, but I think someone gave you the wrong e-mail address, I don't know what you are talking about. 

Cordelia
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From: Unknown
To: Cordelia Smith
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Re: Re: Repent
August 13th, 2010 at 9:34 AM
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Of course you know Cordelia, don't you remember what happened five years ago? 
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From: Cordelia Smith
To: Unknown
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Re: Re: Re: Repent
August 13th, 2010 at 10:49 AM
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Who are you? What do you want? Leave me alone, I have my own life now. 
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From: Unknown
To: Cordelia Smith
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Re: Re: Re: Re: Repent 
August 13th, 2010 at 10:57 AM
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You will find out who I am soon enough, and I want you to repent for what you did. 

Don't lie to me, again, I have been watching you, I know you don't have any kind of life, I can see you right now staring at the phone, wondering if you should call the police, but what are you going to tell them? You're the only one who will be able to see me. Such a deep, deep love. 

I've been watching you, like I used to, remember that? Good times, right? I still watch you when you sleep, hoping that one day I'll have the strength to strangle you in your sleep. Dying of suffocation is a curious experience. I can tell.