Hello everybody, I hope that you're all doing well. With the snow falling in the holidays

right around the corner, you're guaranteed to get some extra chills from the stories this week.

I hope that you enjoy them. Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

My father started drawing strange maps on the wall, written by G. Tripp 14.

She will come to me, blanketed in the stars.

I can't tell you how many times I've heard those words over the last decade.

My father, Raymond Chandler, suffered a massive stroke and couldn't say anything else afterward.

Just those nine words over and over.

Well, I guess that isn't entirely true. just those nine words over and over.

Well, I guess that isn't entirely true.

He said something else at the end, but I'll get to that later.

Mom and Dad had worked for NASA when I was a kid.

Both had completed multiple missions into space and mom had actually served on the International Space Station.

She died there as a matter of fact.

Clara Chandler was the first person in the station's history to lose their life while stationed there.

During a routine maintenance check on some of the external communication equipment, her tether

came loose and she drifted into the darkness of space.

I was too young to understand exactly what happened, but old enough to understand that

she was never coming home.

And dad did the best he could, raising me as a single parent. But I don't think he ever took the time to take care of himself after she died his hair color faded rapidly the skin on his face had creased deeply and he rarely slapped but still he was a loving man

and do you think Mom was scared?

I asked one night as my father tucked me into bed.

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