Letters From Space

A story found me last week.  It's been such a long time since one appeared so clearly, I almost let it fly out the window.  

I've been finding letters. Tucked into corners, on windowsills or in my laundry basket or slipped inside a kitchen drawer. One morning I woke up and found an envelope under my pillow. Another stuck to my ceiling.  Balancing carefully on a chair to reach it, I felt a slight static-like crackling as I peeled it down. But it wasn't static electricity. I don't know what it was. I only find them in the apartment. Never anywhere else, not even just outside the door and certainly never in the mailbox with the bills and advertisements and occasional letters from distant friends. 

 The content of each one varies, the first appeared to be a standard written note, the next a rough sketch of a plant or animal. A few have been what look like maps of stars. None of it is familiar to me. The writing is in a language I have never seen, the shapes almost akin to those of the English alphabet in places, but altered beyond my understanding. The same sort of slight similarity occurs in the drawings.