Then, on the last page, a spark of hope.
As if he had stopped and gathered himself, his handwriting once again became clean and clear. The last lines read:
"Se'irim has grown bored with me. Being locked up like this, I can't do much evil worthy of him. He told me how to end my curse. Well, no, the curse never ends exactly.
This is why I'm writing to you. To pass the curse along to its next victim. But, since I still have a sliver of humanity left in me, I'll at least let you know how it's done.
You make someone else pick up Se'irim's curse the same way I did:
By inviting him into your home three times."
My heart froze. I didn't dare to breathe as I looked up from Jeffrey's taunting signature at the end of the letter to find the tall man staring into my eyes.
His eyes were an endless black. That cruel grin was wider than ever.
"Light the letter on fire" Se'irim demanded.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to Heinz ✔
Short Story#102 Highest Ranking In Horror 3/21/2017 #219 Highest Ranking In Short Story 1/29/18 "He knocked very delicately for a man of his stature, hulking as he was at six foot four with wide shoulders and big, hairy knuckles. When I asked how I could help...
