To my dear friend:

Thank you so much for all these years you have written to me. I’m hoping that this finds you well, and that you are happy. I also hope we can meet someday soon. You’ve always wondered why I’m here, and I have been sort of reticent about telling you. Not because I’ve done anything really wrong, but some people have funny notions of what is wrong or right. But we’ve been pen-pals all this time and so, since this will probably be my last letter to you, I figured you should know.

I won’t send this out for a few days yet, because I want to do everything just right, but you will get it. Anyway, you’ve always wanted to peek into my mind, and now you have the chance.


How do I say this? You’ve just entered my world. The minute you picked this up and began reading it, you put your mind in my hands. So now, here we are, and where do we go from here? I have the perfect opportunity to help you and teach you, or I could take your mind and bend it and twist it around my little finger, and you could walk away as demented as they say I am.

One thing I’d like to know is: who are “they”?