Zād'gāh-i afsānah'hā-yi marg: Persiska (Farsi) 1402

This letter may be the last thing that remains of me in this house. If you are reading this, I advise you to pack your bags as soon as possible and leave without any curiosity. I am not a superstitious person, but now I believe everything they say about the Matterhorn. There are many unverified stories and legends about Matterhorn Mountain. Most of them are stories of ghosts who wander in the mountains at night. There are reports of the screams of women who were buried alive in the forest years ago. Local media have reported such scenes many times over the years, and almost all the nuns who were present at the mountain clearing said that they felt an indescribable coldness in the forest, and some claimed to hear their names being whispered while they were there. Today, 11 June, we are a group of rock climbers at a height of six hundred meters on the Matterhorn, while the telephone lines and electricity are down, and twenty-four hours have passed since the mountain slide. In the beginning, there were six of us. But four people were killed, and now we are left with two and four lifeless and bloodless bodies as if no one is going to leave here tomorrow morning. After all this, I am sure that at least one of us will never leave this place!