"Letters from Father" Creepypasta by RuckusQuantum

Every time I check my mailbox, I always receive a letter from my father. Why he's not here, it's a very long story, so many bad things have happened these past several years. It has been his hobby sending letters to me, and he's been that way for forty continuous years. Well, all he sends are always the same, greetings. I'm surprised that despite his very old age of ninety, he's still able to write with his own bare hands. His handwriting is sometimes like hieroglyphs, so sometimes, I could barely read his writings.

If you'll ask me what I feel, I'm not feeling joy or sympathy, I feel fear. I know there's something wrong in these letters, I'm sure about it. I couldn't tell what it is exactly, but I found these letters confusing. Every time I read it, I feel something bad was about to happen. I always doubt his letters.

<blockquote>''Dear John,''

''It has been a long time since we last met. I'm fine here, I always rest here, and they always take care of me. If you have time, please visit me. I always feel lonely without you, my son. But if you can't, let me visit you. Don't worry, I can handle myself. I will bring my friends with me.''

''So, I'm waiting for you, and you're waiting for me, as well. I'll introduce my friends to you when we arrive there, in case you can't come here. And one last thing, you can go anytime you want, and we can arrive there anytime. When you hear our car beep, we're there. Hoping to see you soon, son!''

''Your loving father, Arthur''</blockquote>

That is the latest letter my father sent. Now, I can't sleep, because I'm waiting for them to come. I don't know if I should be happy because they're going to visit me, or if I should be scared because my father and his friends died in a car accident forty years ago.
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