About MyloVille
In MyloVille, memories are stolen and timelines blur. Solve a 1988 psychological mystery delivered straight to your mailbox. 12 months. 12 real envelopes.
The Story
t’s April 1988 in MyloVille. The sun is gold, the pine trees stretch long shadows over brick storefronts, and the local newspaper just hired a new lead investigator: Pixie Niles.
There’s only one problem: no one knows what happened to the man she replaces, Julian Vane. Some are planning his retirement party, others say he passed away or left town. There is also no clear when. Some saw him last in 1984, others remember seeing him last week.
Welcome to MyloVille: a picture-perfect postcard of a town trapped in the "Analog Fog" of the late 1980s.
When reporter Pixie Niles arrives to take over the desk of Julian Vane, she expects a quiet, small-town beat. Instead, she inherits a labyrinth filled with blurred timelines, unreliable memories, and events that simply cannot be explained.
The deeper you go into the archives, the more urgent the question becomes: Is Pixie investigating a disappearance, or is she documenting her own erasure?
Pixie collects everything she discovers into 12 letters: her thoughts, questions, journal, and physical evidence. And now, they are being mailed to you.
The Vibe
The MyloVille Letters is not an e-book, a PDF, or an e-mail.
It is a slow-burn, physical psychological thriller delivered directly to your actual mailbox. It is designed to create an intentional moment away from any device, to give you something thrilling to look forward to every single month, and to force your brain to think entirely outside of the box.
My mission with the MyloVille Letters is to make you an active part of the mystery. You are not just a passive reader. You are invited directly inside Pixie’s (glitching) mind, holding the physical evidence she finds and uncovering the dark reality of this town right alongside her.
But it’s also designed to be entirely bite-sized. This is not another heavy novel destined to disappear onto your "when I have time" bedside table pile. (Because let’s be honest: we all know "when I have time" usually means never.)
This is a monthly invitation to turn off your phone, pour a cup of coffee (strictly before 3:17 PM), and get your fingers dirty with real ink and real paper.
About Me
Hi, I’m Petra. At 41, I made a decision that most will call crazy or delusional. I quit my highly stable, six-figure career. There is no safety net, and there is no Plan B.
I quit because I became utterly obsessed with a story that demanded to be told on paper, not on a screen.
I have always loved the complex, mind-bending puzzles of movies like Memento and the sharp, psychological dread of writers like Gillian Flynn or the complex timeline loops of movies like Triangle or the Netflix serie "Dark".
But I realized we’ve lost the magic of holding a mystery in our hands. Especially since AI is taking over our brain. I wanted to build an experience where the paper feels heavy, the ink smells fresh, and the secrets feel dangerous.
Building MyloVille hasn't been easy. My home office looks like a conspiracy theorist’s basement. I’ve sacrificed a lot of savings to a "graveyard of wasted prints" because I refuse to ship a puzzle that isn't absolutely flawless.
I even made a high-stakes bet with my husband that no one, not even the most hardcore true-crime fans, will see the final twist of Letter 12 coming.
I print the evidence, I hand-stain the logs, and I seal the envelopes. I built this world for the thinkers, the sleuths, and the people who miss the thrill of waiting for the mailman.
Welcome to the MyloVille Letters.