The Letter That Wrote Back

A grieving woman began writing letters to her late husband and mailing them to their old home. Weeks later, replies began arriving — in his handwriting. They were filled with inside jokes, memories, and apologies he’d never spoken.

The letters grew more desperate:

“Stop writing. You’re keeping me awake.”

When she ignored the warning, the postman found her front door open, her last letter half-written. It ended mid-sentence:

“He’s at the door.”

Every year since, someone new in that town gets a letter in that same looping handwriting — always beginning, “You wrote to me first.”