The Correspondence at the End of Cooper Street

It was the summer of 2007, and I housesat for the old Hargrove place at the end of Cooper Street. The house had stood empty since Mrs. Hargrove died the previous winter, and her nephew needed someone to check on it—turn on lights, water the ferns, keep the pipes from freezing. I didn't mind the quiet; I was barely twenty and grateful for anywhere to sleep that wasn't my parents' couch. The attic door was in the hallway ceiling, a square of darker paint in the plaster, and I told myself I wouldn't open it. But the third night, I heard something shift above me. A soft, deliberate sound, like someone pulling a box across the floor. I told myself it was the house settling. I told myself a lot of things. I didn't climb that ladder until the fourth night, flashlight in hand, heart in my throat. What I found was a stack of letters tied with a faded blue ribbon. Not addressed to anyone—just a string of initials on each envelope. I opened one. I still wish I hadn't. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #ThingsInTheAttic #CooperStreet #HargroveHouse #AtticLetters #Housesitting #Summer2007 #SmallTownHorror #UnopenedLetters #MidnightDiscovery #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Unsettling #LunaReads #SoloNarration #AtticSecrets #DustAndShadows Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo