I was on a normal day with my mother, in a city where we went for a walk since it was said that they gave free jobs, I started out as a home letter dealer.
A few hours passed and it was getting dark, the city was under a hill with a statue in the shape of a god at the top. Our home was on the other side. So I told my mother while driving that I was only missing one letter. I threw it in motion, saw in the mirror how it came out of the mailbox and came back. I put it back on and it came out the other side. I went to knock on the door and nobody answered, then I got curious and I opened the mailbox, seeing that there were other letters stained with blood and deteriorated by time… nobody lives here, I supposed.
A person passed by and I asked him if he knew anything about the house with number 1350. The person ran and yelling told me 1471.
My mother from the car told me to leave and at that moment I saw house 1471. I told her to wait for me a while, I got out and put the letter in the mailbox. It came out as in the previous one, I did not know what was happening. I went back to the door to ask and when I approach the door I hear the tune "Promise" from inside. When I rang the bell it stopped ringing.
There was no one there.
I noticed a place where some boys were playing soccer, the strange thing is that they were playing 4 against 4, while others were watching them. At that moment the police arrived and they all fled. My mother was still in the car, I was going to go back with her, until I saw that person who had yelled at me 1471, telling me to go to 3535.
Curiosity was so great that I even fought with my mother for wanting to go. I knocked on the door and heard a shot on the other street, I turned the corner and saw a person on the ground, while the murderer escaped to another street.
I was hidden for a long time, since it was very risky to go out. I saw the corpse and noticed that they had hit him on the head, it was broken. Policemen surrounded the area. Then I noticed the strange person from before, he was an old man, he told me that this was his nephew who lived in 1350, but that he had already been dead for a long time, he was crazy.
When I returned with my mother, we were already on the other side of the hill and she mentioned to me that she remembered something of that place: a long time ago, before I was born, many murders had occurred. That is why that statue in the form of a god had been placed on the hill, as if it were a separation between two worlds.