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Dear Katrina,
What a beautiful story and I'm glad I could provide that love. I'm sorry for not responding in so long, but I was busy purchasing this house.
It's haunted only by the previous owners, I believe. There aren't any ghost, monsters, only the solemn air of failure and sadness. Blood stains line the area below the carpets, the nooses used still hand in one room, words are printed on the walls of horrors unbeknownst to me.
I think the woman who sold me this house took pity on my pathetic exterior, ragged clothing, budding beard, dark eyes, no hope left in my lifeless smile, except for the faint thoughts of you. So she sold the house to me for less than she could have hoped.
I've read so much and written more. I think I've become a writer, but my writing isn't any good, it's flimsy compared to the great epics and words of masters.
How are you my dear? I hope you're doing well.
Love,
Matthew