While the majority of creepypastas have unknown origins, there’s a very good reason the teller of this short but potent tale wishes to remain anonymous — a reason you’ll soon come to appreciate.
The post which made its way to the Creepypasta Wiki is the only record of this author’s terrifying encounter with an intruder he apparently never saw in person… or at least as of this writing, since there is no further record of what transpired after this nightmarish chain of events.
At the time of this post, the author was engaged in his daily morning routine of checking the previous day’s mail, which as uneventful as always… but today, there was something else among the usual stack of bills, advertisements and catalogs — a thick envelope, bearing no address of any kind, and no markings beyond three crudely hand-written words: CAN’T TURN BACK.
It was more than the unusual nature of the envelope that filled the author with a sudden feeling of dread… there was something else about it; something he couldn’t quite define. Something unnatural.
After a moment of hesitation, the author finally tore open the letter… and was greeted with a miniature avalanche of photographs.
That in itself was unusual enough… but when he got a closer look at them, he was nearly overcome with horror.
Each image depicted a human corpse — some mutilated and mangled, some bloated and rotting, others burned beyond recognition. Some of the bodies were missing eyes, limbs or other extremities; flesh hung from shattered bones in ragged red strips.
Some of the dead faces were contorted in a nightmarish combination of sheer terror and absolute agony; clearly, none of the people in these photographs died a natural death.
After a fit of nausea and vomiting, the author was compelled to destroy the pictures… as if the very act of looking at them would somehow infect him with their savagery and inconceivable evil.
Despite having physically disposed of the envelope and its graphic contents, the author couldn’t shake those hellish images from his mind… along with the haunting feeling that the letter’s unknown sender was the same person who murdered the people shown in the photographs.
One sleepless night later, he tried to force that nagging thought out of his mind. It almost worked… at least until he heard the sound of the mailbox door slamming shut.
In the box was another thick, unmarked envelope.
Although he knew what he would likely find inside, the author nevertheless tore the package open immediately.
He was welcomed with even more horrifying variations on the same hellish theme — one grisly, bloodied, mangled corpse after another.
He contemplated reporting the package to the police… but once again came that nagging thought, itching at the back of his mind: Destroy all the pictures. Do it NOW.
This time, he set fire to the entire envelope, incinerating it in his backyard barbecue pit.
Watching the photos crumbling to ash, he tried desperately to imagine who could have sent him these horrific “gifts,” and for what reason. Even the cruelest prankster he knew wouldn’t have stooped to such a vile act. Nevertheless, he made a few phone calls in a vain quest for clues… but came up with nothing.
Each new day brought a new package from hell… except for Sundays and holidays, when his local Post Office didn’t deliver.
As of his last known entry, the author had moved to a new address, without informing anyone — even his family and closest friends. He ends his final entry with a warning to anyone who may receive a similar anonymous delivery, followed by a brief but chilling revelation…
“I need to go,” he concludes. “The mailman is here.”