Dear Editors of the Ministry of Mysteries,

My name is Noah, and I'm a sophomore at a local engineering university, and my home is in Naya Township, about a two-hour drive from Summer City.

Recently, something terrible happened to me, and you helped my girlfriend's cousin Olivia three years ago when there was a mysterious incident at her house. This time, I hope you can help me.

Last winter, my mother passed away in a car accident. The cause of the crash was the winter ice floe on the highway – as I am sure you know, last year was the worst winter in recent years, with endless snow and ice, and there was also a serious lag in transportation in our province, with dozens of accidents every day – and my mother's crash was just one of those numbers.

But it was especially unfortunate that my mother's car had slid off a cliff in an accident, and the whole car was plunged vertically into the sea, and the entire front of the car was completely deformed, and in that case, the mother would not have survived. In addition, due to strong winter winds and temperatures of more than minus 20 degrees, the government was unable to send people or helicopters to recover the mother's car and body under the cliff.

It wasn't until this spring that the government was able to tow her mother's car up, but her body was no longer found.

The police told my father and I that my mother's body might have been thrown into the sea after the car fell off a cliff, or it could have been eaten by fish or seals during the winter.

In short, I understood that after more than three months, anything could happen to my mother's body under the cliff, and my father and I could only accept the reality.

However, strange things began to happen after the mother's funeral.

It was a rainy night, and I remember it very clearly, because the window in my living room had been leaking that day, so my father and I had to put a bucket under the window to catch the water droplets from the window, and planned to wait for the weather to be better before we could refill the window.

Just as I was fixing the bucket under the window, I saw a man standing in the courtyard outside.

At that time, the rain kept hitting the glass, blurring my vision, and I couldn't see who the man was, but I told my father about someone outside.

My father glanced out from the porch, then rushed out, and when I went over, I saw my father helping my mother into the house.

Mother is back!

After that, there was a rush at home, changing my mother's clothes, wiping her hair, and warming her body, but my mother was just at our mercy.

"Where have you been all these months?"

"Didn't you get injured in a car accident?"

My mother didn't speak, and my father and I thought that my mother was a little unresponsive because she was out in the rain and caught a cold, but now that my mother has returned, everything will be fine.

After completely his mother, the father carried her to bed and began to call everyone who had attended her funeral, telling them that her mother was not dead and that she had come home.

That night, in order not to disturb my mother, my father slept in the guest room.

The next morning, the sun was shining, and before seven o'clock in the morning, someone started ringing my doorbell. I went to open the door and saw that it was my grandparents and grandmothers, and they learned that their daughter had come back and drove from other provinces overnight.

My father cleaned up a little and came out of the guest room, knocked on the door of the master bedroom and called my mother's name, and when I saw that there was no sound inside, I opened the door and went in, and my grandparents followed in. However, the bed was empty.

My grandparents suspected that my father was too hard hit by my mother's death, so I probably dreamed of my mother...... But I also saw my mother come home, and I fed her hot cocoa. In the laundry room, there are also clothes that my mother changed and wore on the day of the car accident.

The father went crazy and began to look for his mother at home and near home, and even called the police. When the police came to our house to register the missing persons, my grandparents went out and whispered to the police, presumably to inform the "missing" mother that she had died in a car accident last winter.

As he left, the policeman looked with sympathy at his father, who was sitting decadently on the sofa in the living room.

After that, we received several waves of relatives and friends who came to "visit" my mother's home, but they were all comforted and persuaded by my grandparents.

In order to take care of my father, my grandparents planned to stay in our house for a week, and on the fifth day of their stay, it started to rain again at night.

At that time, my father and I were already planning to accept that my mother's previous presence was caused by excessive longing. So in this sad atmosphere, we forgot that we should put a layer of waterproof glue on the windows, and when the windows started to leak again, I took the bucket and put it under the window, and then I saw my mother in the yard.

"Mother!" I knocked over the bucket in my hand and woke up my grandparents, who had already gone to bed, and when they went downstairs, my father and I had already helped my mother in from the yard.

My mother was still wearing the clothes we had changed into last time, and she still looked blank.

"Baby, are you really okay?"

"Where have you been these days?"

"Are you okay, do you need to go to the hospital?"

In the face of various inquiries, the mother still did not answer, quietly took a bath with the help of her grandmother, changed into clean clothes, and was sent to sleep in the master bedroom.

When I woke up the next morning, it was still raining outside, and my father planned to take my mother to the hospital.

My grandparents watched me carry an umbrella and put my mother in the car, and then my father drove away, and my grandparents and I watched them leave.

Ten minutes later, when the sky cleared, we received a call from the police, who found my father's car on the highway and hit a telephone pole with no one in the car.

Father and mother are gone.

I started to feel that something was wrong, but I didn't know what to do, so I took out some cameras, sensors, and recording equipment that I had when I watched Ghostbusters in high school, plus some additional equipment that I had made myself when I went to college, and started arming my house.

At this time, because the father had just disappeared, the police could not determine the status of the father. And even though the grandparents insisted that there should be a mother in the car, the mother was dead in the police records, so they could only take this as the whispers of the old people who lost their daughter.

Anyway, after this happened, my grandparents stayed at home to take care of me, and I took a leave of absence from school and waited at home for my mother to show up again. Yes, I am sure that Mother will return again.

At that time, I didn't realize the relationship between my mother and Rainy Night.

Another rainy night, on that day, my girlfriend Polly drove over from Summer City to visit me, planning to spend the night at my house. Shortly after the rain, my mother returned, but my father was nowhere to be seen.

There was another panic, and my grandparents helped to settle my mother.

We asked a bunch of questions like "where was your father?" and "where were you before" and called the police.

The police soon arrived, and when they saw the mother, they were also surprised to compare the previous photos of the car crash, and finally believed the fact that the mother was not dead. But no matter how much she asked, the mother just didn't speak, and in the end, everyone sent her to the hospital overnight.

The doctor on duty was busy for more than half an hour, and he didn't find anything wrong with his mother, her vital signs were stable, her body functions were normal, but she didn't speak, and looked ahead blankly.

In desperation, they could only arrange a hospital bed for their mother first, and by the way, they arranged folding beds for their grandparents and two elderly people in the ward. My girlfriend and I spent the night coping on plastic chairs outside the hospital room.

The next day, my mother and grandparents disappeared.

The hospital and the police had no clue about it, and my girlfriend Polly had to drive me home.

When I got home, I flipped out the surveillance video from last night and saw that there was no image of my mother during the whole process, which was the real weird beginning.

I continued to stay at home and wait for the results of the police search for my parents and grandparents, and Polly also took a leave of absence from school and stayed with me.

A few days later, on a rainy night, the mother reappeared in the yard.

I looked at the empty yard in the monitor, and after checking a few times, Polly and I huddled on the couch and shivered, we didn't dare do anything.

At this time, I was finally sure that my mother appeared on a rainy night, and when the rain stopped, she would disappear and take with her the people who were with her at that time.

But even if we didn't bring our mother, who came back on a rainy night, after every rain, the place where she appeared was getting closer and closer to the house. By the time I write this, my mother had appeared in front of the porch stairs last night, and I had taken my way back to the university's dormitory to avoid any eventuality.

Polly remembered that there seemed to be a horrific incident at her cousin's house three years ago, so we visited them and learned that they had helped you sort things out. That's why I decided to write this letter to ask you for help.

Please help me!

My phone number is: 111-222-3333

Your faithful,

Noah

April 20, 2020