The Mystery Continues…

I have received another packet from Mills and Costa, this one being far more informative than the last, not to mention the phone conversation. The thing with Uncle Sherman was that as fascinating as he was, there was always this kind of unspoken understanding that he was a little bit crazy. Theories, ideas, and plans that he came up with were kind of indulged. I think I was the only one who tended to take him seriously.

If these letters I received are real, and this isn’t some kind of elaborate prank, then there may be more to Uncle Sherm than anyone ever anticipated. At least, there is now.

I expected to receive journals, or notes, or something ordinary. What came in the mail a few days ago, had me perplexed, and I am still not certain of what I have before me.

I do not wish to inundate you with a lot of photos, but let me at least give an idea of what I received. Pictured below, the bundle of documents:


As I began to parse the stack of papers before me, I realized that this was not actually a series of letters. It appeared to be one letter stretched across many miscellaneous scraps. It’s not the most coherent message, but I think I have the idea. I hesitate to speculate too far beyond that which I know for certain, but the message on these random sheets, points to someone lost. But the question isn’t where. It’s when!

The writing is the same hand, but the message appears on the backs of postmarked papers ranging from 1942 all the way up to 2008. It appears that the writer was rushed, seeming to grab desperately for any means to write down their missive, and then place them in the post without address. Just a hopeful plea that they reach their intended destination. The destination seems to be me. Or at least it is now.

The message alludes to an experiment gone wrong, to an artifact of unknown power, and and an element that makes travel through time a possibility. My knee jerk reaction is, of course, skepticism and outright disbelief…but what if?

I can’t say more, not yet, save this:

It seems that I am a crucial link in a deep mystery that transcends my previous expectations. I don’t know what my role may yet be, but something important is about to happen. Stay tuned!


Further Correspondence…

I looked through some of my older photographs and managed to find a picture of my Great Uncle Sherm. He was considerably younger in this picture than when I knew him. At that time he was old, yet vital. You get a sense, just looking at him though, that he was an interesting man.

I have spoken with a paralegal at Mills & Costa. She contacted me simply to confirm that my letter had been received and to verify some personal information. I expect that very soon I’ll be receiving more documentation relating to Uncle Sherm’s discovery. Processing has been difficult, apparently, which leads me to believe that this is an extraordinary situation. She was not at liberty to disclose more over the phone, but I expect that she did not exactly know the nature of his discovery at any rate. So, thus far I am still somewhat in the dark.  I have to admit that initially I was ambivalent. I expected I’d end up with papers and junk. But now, after further contact, I’m not so sure this will be a run of the mill estate distribution. We’ll see…

A Most Mysterious Event


I received a letter last evening, which you will find attached. It was waiting for me in the post when I arrived home from work. The letter came in an unassuming manila envelope, addressed specifically to me at my current address.

This letter, dated May 8th, was a legal communication from Mills & Costa, an Estate and Tax law firm in Ontario. I was suspicious at first, but after a brief investigation, I was able to determine their legitimacy.

The letter went on to inform me of the passing of my Great Uncle Sherman, whom I have been out of touch with since I was a young boy. I remember him at various family functions. He was the kind of man that a boy could idolize and look up to, in that part of the young mind that fancies adventure and half-planned excursions into jungles, and parts unknown. I remember thinking about him the first time I saw Indiana Jones. He was that kind of person. He even had the degree in Archaeology. ┬áHe wasn’t flashy, but he told the greatest stories! The last time I remember hearing about him, he was headed off to pursue a theory in Virginia. It was a long time ago, but this letter brought back the memory.

It seems that Uncle Sherman, or Sherm as everyone in the family called him, has left me something of his estate. I have no idea what it might be. The only real information I have in that regard thus far is that they are currently compiling “correspondence” for me. We shall see what that means.

Enclosed in the letter was a newspaper clipping, which I am also attaching. It seems to corroborate my last known memory of Uncle Sherm. Whatever he found in Virginia must have made some kind of impression, having been sent to the Smithsonian for examination.

I have no idea what may unfold here, but I’ll keep you posted…