These are the sorts of stories that makes me totally devastated to be leaving the Conservation Department of a large library.
Last week the Conservation Department received a stack of books with a handwritten note
You may find me morbid for enjoying this letter. I find it fascinating, and disturbing, and sad. I think his neighbor included the day-trader business to excuse his neighbor's estate from responsibility to the library.
Dear Library Supervisor,
X (a library patron) committed suicide. His body was discovered
(police report #, coroner's report #)
We Found some books in his apartment which we are returning to you.
*Note: There was a lot of mold in his apartment. The books should be sanitized before being stored so other books aren't damaged.
J (his neighbor)
P.S. He gambled by day-trading on the internet and was penniless when he died.
The best part of the story is that one of the books, about vampires, had a disturbing reddish/brown stain penetrating the entire volume. Our supervisor declared that it was simply an intense coffee stain, but I'm not so sure. He seems a bit like a vampire himself, so he might be in on the conspiracy.
Here is my theory. I think "J" is a vampire who gorged on his neighbor in the stress of the lengthening daylight hours/the recession. Maybe he saw that "X" was on his case, researching vampires to betray his secret identity. Vampires are usually pretty classy, and respect culture and the arts, so he couldn't not return "X's" books. Prove me wrong.