Hello everybody, I hope that you're all doing well. Oh boy, I'm excited for this week.

These stories that we have for you are guaranteed to give you the chills. Let's get into it

as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

My hometown has a dark urban legend.

I was almost a victim.

Written by New Age Solution.

It was the spring of 1992. My roommates and I were going on a weekend camp out in the woods outside of our town.

Our roommate Brock, who was in the military, had to stay at the base later than expected, and

said that he would meet us there later tonight, which was unwelcome news from me and my other roommate, Cole.

We had a big fight earlier that week where some long-held truce that came out,

and truly hateful things were said that you couldn't just take back.

We hadn't spoken since, and we weren't even making eye contact.

But reluctantly, we bit the bullet and we ended up carpooling.

I'll give you my bags a final check.

I heard Cole re-enter the house and had to his room.

I took the opportunity to step outside and load my bags in the car.

I got in the driver's seat and smoked a

cigarette while waiting for coal. He always moved at his own pace and had no regard whatsoever

for punctuality. I'm sure you know the type. His blatant disregard for timeliness was what I hated

most about him, and it actually had caused our blowout.

This situation was a classic example.

I wanted to be on the road by 8, and here we were at 805, still idling in the driveway.

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