Show Notes
Conway archives two strange letters this week: one involves a bad neighbor, and the other relates a short story about a fad toy from the '90s. Don't forget to subscribe if you like the show!
TRANSCRIPT: CONWAY: This is Conway, receiving clerk for the Dead Letter Office of ***** Ohio, processing the national dead mail backlog. We here at the DLO are no strangers to odd parcels and unusual letters, and these two here are certainly unusual. The following audio recording will serve as an internal memo strictly for archival purposes and should be considered confidential. Need I remind anyone: public release of this or any confidential material from the DLO is a felony. Some names and places have been censored for the protection of the public. Dead letter 11501, postmarked October 19, 2009, was flagged by a carrier and sent to the Dead Letter Office for verification and processing. The letter has been subsequently opened and read per the state's revised code. The letter reads as follows: WILLIAM, NARRATOR: Dear Terry at ***** realty, We're a small college town, so there will be parties. I grew up here, I get it, I've lived it myself. Sometimes the people living above you are loud, and obnoxious. Not much to be done about that. But for the tenant above me, it seems that every night is a blowout. Most lights on our block go dim a few hours after sunset, of course other than the orange halos of the street lights and blue streams of tvs filtering through blinds. One night I'm watching reruns of Frasier or Jeopardy or whatever, the windows open to let the cool fall air in. But I can't hear a damn thing over the commotion upstairs. Pounding music seeps through the ceiling like a burst pipe. I'd almost rather have a water leak, because maybe you'd do something about it for once. I try earplugs, I try the pillow over the head, I try it all. Eventually sunlight starts to creep through the window. And when the sun does come up, the music just stops. And then I have to go to work exhausted and frustrated. One brisk evening, as splashes of red sunset coat our building, I slip a small note under his door. Something like "Please keep it down after 10 p.m. Some of us do work early!" Problem solved, I hope. But as the last rays of daylight fade and my grilled cheese is fully melted, the damn music starts again. Some kind of dance music, uncomfortably loud, constantly thrumming like a wicked heartbeat. That night, I'm looking up at the ceiling, just seething over this guy. It's past 12, and the music still bleats, a single voice interwoven throughout. So I get up, march out to the hallway, and stomp up the narrow stairs. I knock heavily on his door in three quick successions. The door opens just a crack, as bright multicolored light and hammering drums buzz through the frame. "Hey, my dude, what is the deal?" is all he has to say for himself. I'm squinting against the harsh lighting now as my eyes struggle to adjust. He looks like he's in his late-thirties, a bit haggard. Wearing neon shutter shades and a few days of stubble. "Did you get my note?" "What?" he leans in to hear me over the commotion. I clear my throat and ask again, louder this time, about the note. I don't want a fight, I just want to sleep. "Note? No, my dude, there are no notes here," he laughs to himself, but his voice is shaky. Eventually my eyes get used to the tacky backlight, and I can see a bit between the slats of his glasses. His eyes are huge, bloodshot, always moving. My gaze trails to the wrinkles creasing around the corners of his mouth and eyes. Scruffy, uneven hair held in place by a faded headband, slick with sweat and grease. The tip of a worn vape pen sticks out of the pocket of his baby blue polo shirt. And the man doesn't blink. He doesn't blink the entire conversation. "Well, could you keep it down at night? At least weeknights? I have to work and-- "No can do, my dude. 'Party all day to keep the darkness away,' know what I mean? Keep it f
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