S2E53 - The Letters at the Whitley Post Office, November 1999

November 1999. The Whitley Post Office was the last place you'd expect anything strange to happen — a squat brick building on Main Street with a cracked flagstone floor and a bulletin board of lost cats. But that November, the dead letters started writing themselves. Luna worked the counter three nights a week for extra cash. She remembers the way the fluorescent lights hummed, the smell of dust and stamp glue, and the envelopes that found their way into the system with no postmark, no address, no return — just a name. Her name. The letters were not threats. They were worse. They...