Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that Not to be or not to not be ... that was the not-question for the invader of the not-world. Dear Editor: My 14 year old boy, Ronnie, is typing this letter for me because he can do it neater and use better grammar. I had to get in touch with somebody about this because if there is something to it, then somebody, everybody, is going to point finger at me, Ivan Smernda, and say, "Why revoked. I run a strictly legit hotel even though some of my guests might be down on their luck now and then. I find nothing but a suit of clothes, some butts and the letters I include here in same package. Binkle had only one suit. That I know. it and dripped through a crack in the floor. In a bureau drawer were the letters I told you about. What a spot to be in! Now it might have been a gag. Sometimes these guys get funny ideas when they are on the stuff. But then I read the letters. This knocks me for a loop. They are all in different handwritings. All from different places. Stamps all legit, my kid says. India, China, England, everywhere. My kid, he reads. He says it's no joke. He wants to call the cops or maybe some doctor. But I say no. He reads your magazine so he says write to you, send you the letters. You know what to do. Now you have them. Maybe you print. Whatever you do, Mr. Editor, remember my place, and for hours have looked into this weird extension of the Universe with fear and trepidation. no response. What could have diminished your powers of articulate wave interaction to make you incapable of receiving my messages and returning them? My wave went out to yours and found it, barely pulsing and surrounded with an impregnable chimera. Quickly, from the not-world vibrations about you, I learned the not-knowledge of your location. So I must communicate with you by what the not-world calls "mail" till we meet. For this purpose I must utilize the feeble vibrations of various not-people through whose inadequate articulation I will attempt to make my moves known to you. Each time I will pick a city other than the one I am in at the time. reports before you ceased to vibrate to us and with a vast treasury of facts from indirect sources. Soon our tortured people will be free of the fearsome not-folk and I will be their liberator. You failed in your task, but I will try to get you off with light punishment when we return again. The hand that writes this letter is that of a boy in the not-city of Bombay in the not-country of India. He does not know he writes it. Tomorrow it will be someone else. You must never know of my exact location, for the not-people might have access to the information. I have tremendous powers. But the not-people must never know I am among lies without arousing suspicion. I will grow up as the not-child in order that I might destroy the not-people completely. equipment. These not-people are unpredictable and strange. Their doctor I learned the following day that the opposite component of my produced the proper phrase for occasions of this kind in the not-world. but I eluded them. What unpredictable beings! I reported my tremendous progress back to our world, including the alleged world and our own. It is merely an offshoot of our primitive mythology when this was considered a spirit world, just as these people learned otherwise, while they never have. inevitable climax in which I singlehanded will obliterate the terror of the not-world and return to our world a hero. I cannot understand your not replying to my letters. I have given you a box number. What could have happened to your vibrations? I had tremendous difficulty getting a letter off to you this time. My process—original with myself, by the way—is to send out feeler vibrations for what these people call the psychic individual. Then I establish contact with him while he sleeps and compel him without his knowledge to translate my ideas into written language. He writes my letter and mails it to you. Of course, he has no awareness of what he has done. My first five tries were unfortunate. Each time I took control of an individual who could not read or write! Finally I found my man, but I fear his words are limited. Ah, well. I had great things to tell let yourself believe they do. myself. But they were. "But—" oversight on my part. My mind is confused by the barrage of impressions pain, fear, hate, love, laughter. I don't know one from the other. I must feel each, become accustomed to it. The more I think about it, the more I realize that the information I a struggle to free our world from the terrible, maiming intrusions of this not-world. Through many long gleebs, our people have lived a semi-terrorized existence while errant vibrations from this world fluctuations make up our sentient population. Even our eminent, all-high Frequency himself has often been jeopardized by these people. The not-world and our world are like two baskets as you and I see them in our present forms. Baskets woven with the greatest intricacy, design and color of higher vibration, it is ultimately tenuous to these gross peoples. While we vibrate only within a restricted plane because of our purer, more stable existence, these people radiate widely into our world. They even send what they call psychic reproductions of their own selves into ours. And most infamous of all, they sometimes are able to force The latter atrocity is perpetrated through what these people call Your letter was imponderable till I had thrashed through long passages in my information catalog that I had never imagined I would need. not-worlders—I would come to New York immediately. You would rue that day, I assure you. Systematically, I have tested each emotion and sensation listed in our catalog. I have been, as has been said in this world, like a reed bending before the winds of passion. In fact, I'm rather badly bent indeed. Ah! You'll pardon me, but I just took time for what is known burned of symptoms popularly referred to as a hangover ... Ahhh! Pardon me to this world. It will stint my powers? Nonsense! Already I have had a finally defeat these people. Of course, I haven't made the experiments yet, but I will. This is not deceit, merely realistic anticipation of vibrations. believe it? She actually took off her shoes and ran around through the Now in all the motion pictures—true representations of life and love wanted him to want her, but also wanted to prevent him so that he would things. most frightening experience of my life. Now I know what a horror these not-world bodies need the loathsome drug to escape from the reality I must find the formula that will wipe out the not-world men quickly. This telepathic control becomes more difficult every time. I must pick closer points of communication soon. I have nothing to report but failure. I bought a ton of equipment and went to work on the formula that is half complete in my instructions. Six of my hotel rooms were that inevitably would result in an explosion. I had to leave there I was baffled. What could I tell him? "They're what?" he wanted to know. "They're not safe." Another day, another hotel. I swear I'm even beginning to think like the not-men, curse them. of mold, somewhat similar to the antibiotics of this world, that, transmitted to the human organism, will cause a disease whose end will be swift and fatal. First the brain will dissolve and then the body will fall apart. You say you eat little and drink as much as you can. The same with me. Even in this revolting world I am a sad sight. My not-world senses falter. This is the last letter. Tomorrow I come with the gateway. When

<question>:
Why might the stories be true?

<options>:
A The disappearance of Joe Binkle and Ed Smith, along with the letters and leftover clothes all point to it.
B Joe Binkle has disappeared, which means Glmpauszn must have reconnected with him,
C Glmpauszn has proven in his letters that he knows things that no else possibly could.
D The letters are all from different parts of the world, proving that different people wrote them.

<answer>:

A