Secrets in the Mailbox

In a quiet Ohio town, unsettling letters began arriving in mailboxes, each filled with accusations, secrets, and threats. Even after a man was convicted, the letters didn’t stop. In this episode, we drift back to Circleville in the late 1970s to explore one of America’s most chilling unsolved mysteries: the Circleville Letters.

As you drift off to sleep, ask yourself, who was watching? Who kept writing? And why has the truth remained hidden for decades?

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:05):
Approach production. Hi, Welcome to Silent Secrets, a bedtime podcast
for curious minds. I'm jay, I'm glad you're here. This

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is your time to let go of today, to settle
in and slow down, and let curiosity gently carry you
towards sleep. In each episode, I'm going to share a
true story of the unexplained, not to alarm you, but

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to quiet your mind, to remind you that the world
is full of wonder and some things we'll never truly understand.
So take a deep breath, feel your body sink into comfort,

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let the weight of the day drift away as we
begin tonight's story. Tonight, let's travel to a quiet town
in Ohio where ordinary lives were interrupted by something as
simple and as unsettling as the daily mail. In Circleville,

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the envelopes that arrived in the mailbox during the late
seventies were not filled with bills or birthday cards, but
with accusations, secrets, and threats. Even after a man was
convicted of sending them, the letters never stopped. This is

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the mystery of the Circleville Letters. Circleville was the kind
of American town where everyone seemed to know everyone. Circleville

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was the kind of American town where everyone seemed to
know everyone else. The population was small, the streets were
lined with neat houses, and the days passed in the
rhythm of routine. It was the kind of place where
a letter in the mail is usually welcome, a reminder

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from a friend, a note from a family member. That
was until the spring nineteen seventy six, when the first
letter arrived. The envelope came in plain handwriting. Inside were

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carefully printed words written in block capitals. The writer claimed
to know intimate details about people's lives, things no stranger
should know. The first target was Mary, a local school
bus driver. The letter accused Mary of having an affair

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with the superintendent of the school. It warned her to stop,
what terrible things would happen. Mary was stunned. She hid
the letter at first, unsure what to make of it,
But then Moore arrived. They were blunt, angry, and unsettling.

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They seemed to watch her, and soon Mary wasn't the
only one. Other townspeople began to receive their own letters,
each one exposing private details or dark allegations. Circleville, once

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so ordinary, began to feel uneasy. By the end of
the year, dozens of letters had made their way to
homes across town. No one knew who was writing them.

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Was it a neighbor, a co worker, a family member.
The words seemed to come from someone close, someone who
watched quietly and then put pen to paper. The anonymity

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was the worst part. People whispered about each other in
the grocery store. Suspicions spread like wildfire. The postman deliveries
became dreaded, and then the story took a darker turn.

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In August of nineteen seventy seven, Mary's husband, Ron, received
a phone call. The caller, many believe was the letter writer.
Ron was furious. He picked up his gun, climbed into
his pickup truck, and drove off into the night. Moments later,

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his truck into a tree and Ron was killed. The
official listed it was an accident, but the whispers in
Circleville said otherwise. Had Ron been drinking, as some reports suggested,
or had he driven off the road. Was the letter

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somehow behind it. No one could say for sure, but
after Ron's death, the letters only multiplied. For years, Mary

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continued her school bus route. The letters followed her. Then,
in nineteen eighty three, she noticed something strange along her
route into a signper was a crude message. When Mary
stopped to remove it, she found it was more than

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just a sign. Attached to the post was a box,
and inside the box a gun rigged a fire. If
she pulled it loose, it was a booby trap. Police
examined the weapon and traced it back to Paul, Mary's

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former brother in law. Paul insisted he was innocent, but
in nineteen eighty four he was convicted of attempted murder
and sentenced to prison. The Circleville it seen the mystery
had been solved, and yet even with Paul behind bars,

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the letters didn't stop. Prison officials were baffled. Was denied
paper and pens. Yet letters postmarked from two other towns
kept arriving. They accused, they threatened, They unsettled. One even

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went to Paul himself behind prison walls. If Paul wasn't
writing them, then who was. Over time, many theories have emerged.

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Some believe Paul was indeed the writer, clever enough to
find ways to send letters from prison. Others were convinced
there had to be another culprit, perhaps even more than one,
who carried on the campaign of fear. A few suspected
the letter writer may have been part of Mary's extended family,

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or someone who knew intimate details of her life, but
no clear proof ever surfaced. The truth was blurred, evidence
was circumstantial, and the letters, hundreds of them, maybe thousands,
remained the only solid thing. For nearly two decades. The

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letters cast a shadow over Circleville. Imagine walking to your
mailbox every morning, wondering what secret, what accusation, what threat
might be waiting. Imagine knowing that someone may be a neighbor,

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maybe a friend, was writing to you in silence, with
no face, no name. Even after Paul was paroled, the
mystery endured. Paul lived the rest of his life proclaiming
his innocence. The true author of the letters was never uncovered.

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The Circleville letters remind us how powerful words can be,
especially when written in secret. One anonymous hand changed to town.
It's so distrust among neighbors. It ruined reputation. It may

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even have led to a man's death. To this day,
no one knows who picked up the pen. So as
you drift off to sleep, think of Circle Fill, small
town where letters were more feared than welcome, Where every
envelope carried not warmth, but unease. The mystery still lingers,

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as quiet as enduring as ink on paper. Thank you
for listening to silent secrets. I hope Tonight's story has

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given your mind something soft to wander through as you
drift towards rest. With the quieter the night wrap around
you now and know that mysteries will still be here tomorrow.
Close your eyes, breathe deeply, and let's sleep take over

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until we share another secret. Next time.

Speaker 2 (11:54):
Good night, Say the money and us