481 PantomBound
June 3rd, 1981 started out like any other day. I woke up, pet my dog, Eeyore, used the facilities and inhaled my cup of joe. As any normal person, I went to check the mail box. Which in the end, woke me up more than my Colombian dark roast ever could.
There was the usual junk, bills and a letter.
A letter?
I haven’t gotten one of those in ages…
The return address only had a name- “481 PhantomBound”
Claimed to be the master of the house. Said that if I don’t follow their orders then I will pay. They also said something about no authority figures?
I thought it was little Bailey next door for sure.
Then, another one came. This time with no name and no address.
Now here me. Here me as I walk the halls of 481 westbound drive. Here my voice whisper your names. I will continue to be watching over you. Making sure you do no evil. Making sure you don’t misbehave. If you do there will be punishments. I control the house so now I control you. If you dare step out of line I will turn the house against you. You are my prisoner now.
What the actual fuck?!
I had to read it about 50 times to believe it.
Hell to even understand it.
