Hello everybody, I hope that you're all doing well.

Well, here we go again with another week of amazing and scary stories, curated perfectly

for you.

I hope that you enjoy them.

Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I met a strange man who lives deep in the forest, written by Girl from the Crip.

When I was eleven, I started taking singing lessons.

I had wanted to for a long time, but my parents had never been able to afford them.

Thankfully, I would end up receiving them for free when I met Mr. Vespers.

My childhood home was located on the outskirts of a larger town, where houses were few and far between, surrounded by intermittently dense woodland.

We had a garden where I could often be found entertaining my younger siblings.

I didn't have many friends at school, so I was basically always at home.

I got okay with my little brother and sister so often that I had to play the babysitter with my parents and needed some time off.

Ironically, they trusted me to take care of them over my older sister. I was just doing that

when Mr. Vespers first happened upon me.

The aforementioned younger siblings, Viola and Reed, were really giving me the run around that day.

Viola had somehow managed to climb atop our swing set and was refusing to come back down.

She laughed and kicked her little legs, skillfully wrapped around the wooden bar from which

the chains connecting to the swing seats hung. I didn't care to compliment her on it.

All I could think of was how much trouble I would get into if she fell down and got hurt.

Soon enough she realized that she was in a position of great power up there.

Hey, Shear, I'll come down if you do a handstand, she hollered.

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