Here is where everything began to go south. After Rena had the Sheriff call me, the world has never been the same. Here is my fiendish letter, the letter of a Dark Stalker.

https://rosamondpress.com/2014/02/04/my-letter-to-rena/

Jon Gregory

Dear Rena

About ten this evening I put on my slippers and went to get my mail. I pulled a bundle out and noticed your letter nestled in a packet. On the walk back to my apartment I took a peek and noticed the beautiful handwriting, and the name “Rosemond”. There was this energy pouring from the envelope and flowing up my arm. When I opened it and saw the name “Bozeman” I began to cry. For several minutes I sobbed, let go tears of great relief as if you were my child who had been kidnapped, or lost, for all these years. And, now…..you are found.

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