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

Wow, in 2023 is officially upon us.

I wish nothing but the best for each and every one of you, and I hope that you start off her year with a bang.

A better way than to dive into some scary stories.

Let us begin, as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I was given a list of roles to survive Christmas.

I'm not sure I'll be able to.

Written by Kyle Harrison Henry practically tugged my arm off to make it to the mall Santa.

A line of kids were waiting and we were running late.

It was getting dark outside already and a gentle but prevalent fog rolled across the parking lot.

But he insisted that he needed to give Santa Claus his list for Christmas.

Might you a little old for that, I said, trying to remember his next birthday and how old he would be.

Separation was taking its toll on me, and I was doing

my best to appease my ex with a list of unreasonable expectations. The last thing I needed was

for her to try to snatch away more custody time for me, just because I couldn't keep a schedule.

Henry insisted, though, and told Santa a couple of items as I waited impatiently.

And what of you, mister?

Don't you have any wishes that Santa can grant?

The mall employee asked as he walked Henry back to me.

I gave the older man a dead stare and remark, Sure, find a way for all my mistakes to go away.

He gave me an odd look and I pulled Henry away.

My phone already ringing incessantly because we had missed the first bus.

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