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My Therapist Said to Write a Letter to My Ex. I Didn’t Expect a Reply

Dr. Langford’s office smelled like lavender and regret. “Write a letter to Aiden,” she said, sliding a sheet of cream stationery toward me. “Say everything you never got to. Then burn it.”

By Wiki RjmPublished 9 months ago 2 min read
My Therapist Said to Write a Letter to My Ex. I Didn’t Expect a Reply

My Therapist Said to Write a Letter to My Ex. I Didn’t Expect a Reply."

Chapter 1: The Assignment

Dr. Langford’s office smelled like lavender and regret. “Write a letter to Aiden,” she said, sliding a sheet of cream stationery toward me. “Say everything you never got to. Then burn it.”

I should’ve burned it.

Instead, I slipped it into an envelope, scribbled his old address out of habit, and dropped it in the mailbox before I could overthink it.

Three days later, my doorbell rang.

Chapter 2: The Wrong Address

The envelope on my porch wasn’t mine.

Same cream stationery. Same elegant script. But the message inside made my blood freeze:

“You were right about the locked drawer in my desk. P.S. The combination is your birthday.”

Aiden’s new house was 300 miles away.

This letter came from the abandoned Victorian next door.

Chapter 3: The Neighbor

Mrs. Peabody at the end of the lane clutched her pearls when I asked about the house. “No one’s lived there since the Hartleys in ’89. Their boy died in the basement.” She leaned in. “Fell through the rotten floorboards. Took days to find him.”

That night, I dreamt of Aiden—except his face melted into a child’s, his mouth stretching into a silent scream as he clawed at damp earth.

I woke to the smell of damp paper.

Another letter sat on my pillow:

“You always hated when I left the lights on.”

Every bulb in my house was blazing.

Chapter 4: The Basement

The floorboards whined as I wrenched open the Victorian’s cellar door. Spiderwebs brushed my face like skeletal fingers.

There, in the flickering beam of my flashlight:

A small sneaker, caked in mud

A stack of letters tied with twine (all addressed to me)

And the words “I’M SORRY” scratched into the dirt… in Aiden’s handwriting

A cold breath grazed my neck.

“You took too long to write back.”

Epilogue: The Session

Dr. Langford’s pen pauses. “You’re saying a ghost is imitating your ex?”

The lights flicker.

A cream envelope slides under her door.

"Would YOU open a letter from beyond the grave? (Comment your worst fear!)"

Want More?

Aiden’s Secret Connection to the House

The Therapist’s Dark Past

Found Footage Prequel (The Hartley Boy’s Last Recording)

#Horror #GhostStory #PsychologicalThriller #EpistolaryHorror

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About the Creator

Wiki Rjm

I am a passionate content writer Reader-friendly content. With 4 years of experience in tech, health, finance, or lifestyle specializes in crafting compelling articles, blog posts, and marketing captivates audiences and drives results.

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