Dear God,

My name is Alexia Trivers, and am here to talk to you about a ghost kid named Thomas Bipler who I’ve met. He once came to approach me in my home, and I saw him as a kid ghost. He keeps advising me to approach me, but am afraid to. I turn on the TV and see that the police are ready to execute a man who has killed hundreds of children including Thomas Bipler. I was cooking myself dinner while watching the news. Thomas Bipler himself came to me and showed me that this is the killer who murdered him in the nighttime. I ask him why are you still here when you should be up at Heaven, and he tells me he’s frighten of this monster. He also says that he was frighten of him, but no longer is, but feels sadness for his parents. I think this is normal, since a grown man has killed him and raped him for pleasure behind the bushes of his neighbor’s home, once I’ve read the newspaper yesterday of it. We sat down, and talked, but he tells me to shut off the TV, because the news he is watching is disturbing him. Why I ask.  He says even if this monster deserves it, he didn’t want to witness it, and then he tells me of how this serial killer Adam Ednar killed him. I turned off the TV. He tells me that the killer touched him sexually for pleasure, sliced his neck, and then cut him into little pieces. He has a memory of how his killer is about to be executed. He told me that they are going to send him a priest to pray for him, and then they will execute him. I tell Thomas how old was he when he was murdered, and said he was ten years old. I started crying, but he tells me not to, because he is in a better place with God, and Jesus. But, you’re just a little boy who was starting your own life, I tell him. I know, he says. He tells me, that the reason these monsters murder innocent people is because they come from broken homes, and in most cases they do it out of hatred and for fun. I hate people who just love to hate all things or certain things, he tells me. I started to agree with him. I tell him they don’t know any better, and they don’t want to understand, which they do completely. He agrees with me on this point. I turned on the TV and then the serial killer was pronounced dead at 6:54 p.m. of October 5, 1985. The boy is waving bye at me, but I tell him not to go just yet. He tells me he has to, because he witnessed the right justice has been placed, and so I understood him. I tell him that I love him, even if I didn’t know him. He tells me I love you, too, and then disappears into the stairs of Heaven. He gave me an advice to understand this caring, silly, safe, and dangerous world, and simply to think that we are in a happier world, then some are. I am glad he is in a great place, as soon as I will be one day.

Sincerely yours,

Alexia Trivers

Dear Grandparents,

This is your grandson Callister Watkins. I need to tell you a story that I’m sure you won’t believe, and would think I’m crazy, but it did happen. I am a psychologist who treat people with illnesses, problems, and insecurities. I treat my patients on a daily conversation an hour consult once every eight weeks. Well, I went to my home and saw that many ghosts are facing me to talk about something. I didn’t know what they wanted from me, but I discarded it as illusions. The next seven days they appear at my home again and in public places every week. A few days after I went home from work, when I was there I asked them what is their purpose of you all being here. They told me that I could help them to overcome their pasts’ tragic experiences of how they can move on, that they were gone from the real world. I told them to give me ten minutes for me to think it through. Once I did that I started treating each ghost as my patient. One woman named Estella Craver told me she got hit by a company truck driver going at full speed when she was killed at age 25. I began to tell her the worse part is over, but she tells me that she misses her family. The other ghost I treated named Bruce said that he got shot by a gang member in the fore head when he was 34. I keep hearing all these tragic stories from ghosts one by one. I finished consulting them and told them to chat with their families in their dreams, but not in real life, so they won’t freak out. They started asking me why not tell them in the real world. I explained them that it is better this way, because they can react normal with their deceased family member. They understood. When they all left to Heaven they began to attempt my solution for what’s ailing them. One ghost who was a famous young singer at age 19 told me that he was murdered by a fanatic who shot him with a gun. He told me he fired four gunshots at the middle of his chest. I consulted that it is all over, and now he can visit his family in their dreams to tell them how much he misses them. He soon was relieved and gave me a huge hug that last a half hour, then he disappeared into the clouds. When I moved on from this it’s my destiny to keep this a secret for not tell anyone about it. I now myself am sworn to secrecy. I finally understood that the reason they came to me was because they had much confidence in me, and I would understand better.

Sincerely yours,

Callister Watkins

Dear family and friends,

My name is Scully Arcin. My wife Shelly was in a car crash accident. She didn’t make it, and the police has found she was intoxicated with alcohol. I know now why she had an accident, but the reason is I don’t know why she did it. Me and my families have had to pay for the funeral and burial. We mourned her once she got buried at the cemetery. Years have past and I couldn’t get passed losing my wife. The next week all of a sudden, Shelly Arcin came out of the burial, and knocked on my door. I came and opened it. She was like she was clean and sober, before since we had the honeymoon a long time ago. She began to kiss me on the lips, and I let her in my home. My kids saw her with shocking surprise, and she looked like any attractive mother of her kids would look like. It took years for us to get used to it, but we did. The was a letter 4 years later in the mail signed by the president and authorities that she had every reason to live with us, and live her life again. Shelly had TV interviews about her coming back to life, and the whole world watched in shock. We haven’t been left alone by the paparazzi, but sooner they left us alone. Now our families wasn’t a depressed one, but a happy one once again. This was the work of God, and we all thanked him.

Sincerely yours,

Scully Arcin 

Dear Audience,

My name was Sam GetSmart in Toonland, and changed it to Adam Martin. I have loved being a cartoon character, because I could do all sorts of crazy zany things like running after kids pulling up their pants. Stuff like that. Once I did all kinds of crazy things I didn’t feel comfortable doing it, and didn’t feel like the real me. I wanted to be human like you all. So, I started praying to God to change me to a human, and bring me to the real world. It took 3 months for that to happen, but once it happened I am now a human person. I changed my cartoon name Sam GetSmart to Adam Martin. This is great for me, because I no longer do crazy wild things that I wished to no longer do. Now I make sense to people and am no longer the laughing joke. Everyone in my toon show used to make me do all kinds of wacky stuff. I no longer do them, instead I work as an architect trying to fix my clients’ homes in planet Earth. I have a serious life now, have friends, and family. I am engaged to Lisa Mathews. Our wedding is within two weeks. I can’t believe I am human for the first time. I no longer think like a cartoon, but only think like a human, which is something that I always wanted for me. For the first time I have a life. I will live long, and die old with my own family.

Sincerely yours,

Adam Martin