#Red Letters

[tears-that-heal]

John 14:1-3 NLT

“Don’t let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God, and trust also in me. There is more than enough room in my Father’s home. If this were not so, would I have told you that I am going to prepare a place for you? When everything is ready, I will come and get you, so that you will always be with me where I am.”

[ginafumbless]

The Crimson Letters-k.nj

Secrets written in blood

Genre: psychological thriller and murder mystery with a touch of romance

Summary: In this psychological thriller we are diving into a heart pounding case that has gripped all of Korea. A detective faces relentless tension as bodies pile up each crime scene marked by ominous crimson sealed envelopes. These chilling letters contain eerie clues about the next victim escalating the nationwide fear and suspense.

Note: Hillo Hillo my beeeeaaaans, I guess everyone of you are doing well!

Well the whole story is not solely my original idea, I found the prompt online and developed a plot. I hope you guys like itttt.

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Chapter 1

Messages unseen

The city lights flickered through the rain splattered windows of Namjoon's small apartment casting a splash of colors across the walls. The room was dimly lit by a single desk lamp, its soft yellow glow creating long shadows that loomed on the walls. The faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional honk of a horn were the only sounds that broke the heavy silence that had settled over in the room.

Namjoon sat at his desk, his elbows resting on the worn wood his fingers absentmindedly turning over the Third envelope he'd received this week. The paper was coarse, slightly damp from the humidity and completely nondescript no address, no stamp, just his name written in red with a precise and neat script. He flipped it over his gaze fixed on the crimson wax seal that held it shut.The seal was simple yet it had an air of old world and elegance. A circular emblem was pressed into the wax edges slightly raised catching the light just enough to cast a tiny shadow on the envelope. He traced the pattern with his thumb, feeling the grooves of the design. It was fragile elegant almost like a family crest, though Namjoon knew it was nothing he'd seen before. He'd spent hours searching through books and online databases trying to find a match but the symbol remained a mystery.

A shiver ran down his spine though the room was warm. These envelopes were beginning to feel like more than just a nuisance. They were a puzzle, a riddle he was desperate to solve but they filled him with a creeping sense of unease. Each time he found one in his mailbox or slipped under his door his stomach tightened and his mind raced with questions. Who was sending them? What did they want? And why him?He let out a sigh the sound barely audible over the rain. He could feel the tension coiling in his muscles the weight of the unanswered questions pressing down on him. He'd been through his usual mental exercises to calm himself, deep breaths, logical thinking, grounding techniques but not tonight they seemed less effective. His mind was too restless too caught up in the endless possibilities of what the envelopes could mean.

"Namjoon?"

Your voice broke through the silence like a gentle breeze soft and full of concern. You stood in the doorway of the small bedroom one hand resting on the doorframe the other clutching the edge of your sweater. Your eyes always so expressive were filled with a mixture of worry and affection as you watched him. Namjoon had always admired that about you, how you could see right through him past the walls he sometimes put up.

He looked up at you his lips curving into a small almost apologetic smile. "Another one" he said holding up the envelope for you to see. His voice was calm but there was frustration evident in it that you didn't miss.

You walked over to him your footsteps barely making a sound on the wooden floor. As you reached his side you brushed a hand gently against his shoulder offering him a touch of comfort. He leaned into it slightly, grateful for your presence. You peered at the envelope your eyes searching for many things as you took in the familiar sight of the crimson seal.

"Empty again?" you asked though you already knew the answer.

"Yeah " he sighed his fingers tightening around yours "But there’s something more to it. I just know."

Your gaze lingered on the seal, the same thought crossing your mind as had crossed Namjoon's countless times what was the significance of this emblem? The sender had gone to great lengths to ensure that each envelope was identical, each seal perfectly intact each piece devoid of any information except for that damned symbol. Smart you thought

You leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to Namjoon's temple. Your eyes leaving the envelope after lingering there for more seconds than you actually thought. The warmth of your lips against his skin was opposite to the coldness he felt from the envelope in his hand. "You'll figure it out" you murmured your voice filled with quiet confidence. "You always do."

Namjoon closed his eyes for a moment letting the comfort of your words sink in. He wanted to believe that he wanted to trust in his own abilities to solve whatever this was. But the uncertainty gnawed at him like a splinter lodged in his mind. He opened his eyes again staring at the envelope as if suddenly it would reveal all its secrets

"Have you thought about going to the police?" you asked your tone careful. You knew how fiercely independent Namjoon was how much he disliked involving others in his personal matters. Moreover, He himself was a detective in the criminal investigation branch not the top echelon of Korea’s law enforcement but a respected position nonetheless. He was used to dealing with mysteries to deciphering the hidden intentions behind seemingly innocuous details. But these envelopes had thrown him off balance.

"I've thought about it" he admitted, "but what would I even say? 'Someone's sending me empty envelopes with weird seals on them'? They'd probably just brush it off as a prank.

"You couldn't argue with that. The lack of any real threat or evidence made it difficult to justify involving the authorities. And yet, the feeling in your gut told you that this was something more than a harmless joke. You wished you had more to offer Namjoon than just reassurance, but for now that would have to be enough.

Namjoon placed the envelope on the desk alongside the others. They were all lined up in a neat row like a collection of strange artifacts. He had resisted the urge to destroy them feeling that they held some key to the mystery. He had inspected them thoroughly, looking for any hidden messages or any signs that they were more than they seemed but they remained stubbornly silent.

"Maybe..." Namjoon began, hesitating as he considered his next words. "Maybe there's something I'm missing. Something that's right in front of me but I just can't see it."

You nodded, "take a break. Let your mind rest and then look at it with fresh eyes. It might Just be right there'' you said.

"I'll try" he said though both of you knew it was more of a hopeful statement than a commitment.

Just like that the stars faded into the sky and the moon lost its light, but the messages remained unseen.

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[creepy-girls-do-it-better]

30 Days of Indie 'Horror' (2024)

Day 11: Red Letters (2019)

[dadaonice]

Louis Vuitton Men's Fall-Winter 2024 cartel.

[fieriframes]

[WHERE DO YOU FIND THE LITTLE LETTERS? WE CAN STILL BUY THE WHITE LETTERS, BUT I CAN NO LONGER BUY THE RED LETTERS. THOUGH PRECIOUS THINGS STOLEN FROM ME IN MY LIFE. AND SO IS MIKE'S GOAL OF KEEPING THE CUSTOMERS HAPPY. OH, WOW. (Michael) WE HAD TO ATTRACT THE YOUNGER CLIENTELE...]

[poormansdreams]

Red Letters

Paint an imperfect picture

from a red letter’s scripture…

In blood

splattered rooms

you will find

grey, pink, claret

matters and whom

was left behind

in the catacombs

of once upon a time

in a grand Creator’s mind

foolish by design

capable of fooling you.

Paint an imperfect picture

from a red letter’s scripture…

The bills are past due

so Bill passed away

swinging by the neck

in a Navy suit of blue.

His eyes used to shine

a glint of due respect

now his eyes are scuffed

and all that shines

are his shoes.

Hanging tough.

Paint an imperfect picture

from a red letter’s scripture…

You reap what you sow – and reap what you don’t – often when you owe – cause when debt alone – is what you reap;

how many secrets can you keep?

Who holds the key

to locked lips

and promises?

Paint an imperfect picture

from a red letter’s scripture…

Currently the only way to make ends meet – at wits end – encourage me to comprehend;

how numbers on a computer screen can be the difference between

rejection and lend

poverty and wealth

livelihood and death

wake me up when it ends.

Paint an imperfect picture

from a red letter’s scripture…

Misleading

unknowing investors

Us;

to a hidden

land of milk

and honey

that is derelict,

drought ridden

and smells distinctly

sick and forbidden

because this land of death;

makes money.

Paint an imperfect picture

from a red letter’s scripture…

Imperfections

are what keeps it

made…

this deathbed of currency;

funeral pyre

of red letters

unlit

crimson spite

enveloping.

Debt is a silent killer.

If you or anyone you know need any help with debt please contact:

[brucedinsman]

Today's Theme song: Red Letters

Artist: DC Talk album: “Supernatural” (1998) “Red Letters” Pages filled with a holy messageSealed with a kiss from heavenOn a scroll long agoPhrases are words that are bound togetherNow have the power to severLike a sword evermore Heed the words divinely spokenMay your restless heart be brokenLet the supernatural take hold [Chorus]There is love in the red lettersThere is truth in the red…

[huyandere]

i love one piece so much

[iconicgxddess]

red&white party anyone?

[notholaenas]

another gotham gazette exclusive 🤭

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[moviesandmania]

RED LETTERS Reviews and free to watch online on YouTube

‘He shall fear no evil’ Red Letters is a 2019 American horror film about two private investigators whose assignment leads them into the hands of darkness. Neither investigator is prepared for what lays in wait. Also known as Red Letters: Fear No Evil Written, directed and starring Jim Klock (Slayed; 6:66 P.M.; Massacre on Aisle 12), with Brendan Mullins acting as story consultant), the Code 3…

[porgenspengler]

Made this as a joke to explain my thesis topic to my buddy

[redlettermediathings]

[stargrltara]

𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍

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MDNI 18+

You loved pissing Jason off, you found it amusing watching him cross his arms at you and intimidate you with his figure. His body looms over you like a shadow, he’s massive compared to you. You love when he grits his teeth at your bratty attitude and when you defy him, he puts you in your place. He always puts you in your place.

Earlier, you were talking back to him, drinking all of his expensive alcohol and giving him immense attitude; he threatened to fuck some manners into you, you just scoffed, crossing your arms and glaring up at him although to you it seemed like you were physically bigger than him, like you had more authority. “You couldn’t even make me finish.” you smirked smugly, raising the bottle of whiskey to your lips, almost challenging him and knowing that was his last straw, knowing that your plan was gonna work.

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That’s why he had his thick digits plunged inside of your cunt, your ass rubbing against his hips as he firmly gripped your waist, keeping you glued onto his combat-clad lower abdomen. You tried to hold in your lewd whimpers, but it was impossible since he was shoving his fingers inside of you at a rapid pace, your back flat against his chest and head thrown into the side of his neck.

Your mouth fell into an ‘O’ shape, though you kept back your helpless noises, his piercing, emerald eyes narrowing in irritant at you trying to hide your sounds. He quickly pulled his two fingers out, earning a breathy gasp from you as you felt so empty before he brang them up to your lips, his thumb pushing through your swollen lips from all the light whimpers, and he forced his two digits into your mouth. Your mouth opened wider at the sudden action, a pathetic moan escaping your lips as your tongue darted out and sucked on his skin.

“—see how wet you get from pissin’ me off?” he groaned lowly, his voice echoing through the bedroom and overwriting the trickling of the rain slapping against the glass windows. “fuck..” his voice a whisper, eyes widened when he watched your head bob up and down on his fingers, in disbelief at your eagerness and desire for more of him.

The hand gripping your waist snaked down your ribcage, fingertips sending electric jolts through your skin and leaving fire to ignite at its wake. A slap landed on your clit and you jolted, a groan leabing your lips and you shifting against his body, grinding on his abdomen shamelessly. “yeahhh, you love this shit, don’t you?” his voice extended, almost smug and teasing, but also cruel.

You didn’t respond, only repeated sucking on his fingers to get some sort of release but when he pulled them out and slapped your face lightly, you snapped back to reality and nodded. “mm..” was all you could murmur, but that wasn’t good enough for him.

Another slap, and you whimpered softly, “fuck you..” you managed to let out a short scoff, breath hitching and chest heaving. A dry, dangerous chuckle erupted from his chest, and you could tell he was pissed. Not only at your attitude, but at the way you were acting like you didn’t enjoy it, he saw straight through you, he knew exactly where to touch, where to lick and where to kiss.

“Don’t worry,” he assured, low and rough. “I’m gonna make sure you remember who the fuck you’re talking to.” he groaned, sucking in a rugged breath before lifting his hips quickly and shoving you off him, making you fall flat onto the matress infront of you, your face now shoved into the blankets as you could hear the clanking of his belt falling to the ground with a heavy thud.

Your bare ass on full display for him, and a harsh smack landed on your skin, reddening by the second. He leaned over you, and you turned your head to glare at his naked frame behind you but it resulted in him interlocking his fingers in your hair and shoving your head back into the matress before he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing up.

“..gonna make sure you remember who I am, baby.” he whispered harshly, a merciless edge to his tone before he thrusted inside you without warning. A moan arose from your throat as you felt his full fat cock inside of you, “that’s it..” he groaned quietly, yet so rugged. His tip nestling itself so familiarly inside of you before he pulled out and started ramming into your right cunt at a harsh pace; deep thrusts hitting your cervix.

“Jay—“ your muffled moans seeped into the fuzzy blanket beneath you, your tears and saliva drooling onto the material. His fingertips dug into your waist, pulling you up slightly so you were in a face down as up position, one hand snaked up the small of your back, gliding up your neck and grabbing a firm ponytail of locks as he pulled you backwards, your back landing on his sweaty chest, your bodies glueing to each other.

“f—fuck..!” your voice was strained, almost worn out and your tits bounced rhythmically as his cock thrusted into you at a delicious new angle, his cock hitting your insides deeper and deeper, each thrust more forceful than the next. Your walls squeezed his cock so tightly, short gasps escaping your lips. His grunts grew stronger, and louder as so did your moans. Your hands flew to grip his thighs, manicured nails digging into his skin bound to draw blood.

He released your hair, instead wrapping his large bicep around your throat; his massive muscles hitching your breathing, lungs feeling empty as he knocks the wind out of them with each thrust. His grunts turned into groans, his hips slapping against your ass, the room filled with slick, unethical noises. “Next time you think about misbehaving..” he grunted between thrusts, “You’re gonna remember how i’m abusing your pathetic cunt.”

You let out a loud moan at his words, so mean yet so arousing, “..bet you cant make me finish—“ you muttered, using the last of your remaining breathe; the repeated words from earlier sent a wave of fire to crawl beneath his skin, but a warm pool to form in your stomach, your arousal dripping onto his length.

His silence spoke louder than words, but his pace spoke even louder when he began to impale into your guts, pushing your body back onto the mattress face down ass up as he gripped your ass, his fingertips left bruising marks. “mmghh..” your moans were nothing compared to the slapping of your skins, and his primal grunts, almost animalistic. “oh ! fuck—!! fu—“ your voice forming melodic, breathy gasps. Sweat beaded at his forehead as he deliberately drove into you without mercy, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

You were growing wetter and wetter, and he knew you were close. His hand snaked down to rub your clit, a lewd gasp rumbling from your throat while his digits flicking over your sensitive bud. “cmon’ baby, give it to me.” You felt his shaft twitch inside of you, the feeling striking electricity to your cunt when your moans grew louder and louder. “shit— I feel ya’ squeezing me, doll.”

“Jay—! Jason !” Your lips spoke his name so deliciously, so lustfully. Your orgasm hit you hard, your moan almost pornographic. Jason pulled you up by your hair to be able to hear the beauty that arose from your lips. He brought you into a deep, sloppy kiss, sparks of electric waved in your loins; mixed drool falling down your lips onto your chin, as he came inside of you. His groans muffled between your lips as you felt his seed shoot into you and paint your walls white, tying your souls together.

He pulled off of the kiss, breathing heavily and giving you last a few gentle thrusts to ride out the aftershocks. Your body fell limp against the mattress, stomach hitting the surface, and he just scoffed, but it was a soft, warm chuckle.

His palm came in contact with your hair, and he massaged your scalp sweetly, before leaning down, his hair tickling your back as he planted small, open mouthed kisses to the spine of your back. His hand snaked up your waist gently, careful not to be too rough, contrasting with his tough demeanour.

“—better have taught you a lesson, hm?” he mutters lightly, head tilting slightly as you huffed tiredly into the mattress, eyes fluttering shut. “..or next time I won’t go so easy on you.”

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[brucedinsman]

Today's Theme song: Red Letters

Artist: DC Talk album: “Supernatural” (1998) “Red Letters” Pages filled with a holy messageSealed with a kiss from heavenOn a scroll long agoPhrases are words that are bound togetherNow have the power to severLike a sword evermore Heed the words divinely spokenMay your restless heart be brokenLet the supernatural take hold [Chorus]There is love in the red lettersThere is truth in the red…