Hello everybody, I hope that you're all doing well. Surprise, surprise, we have another

amazing batch of scary stories coming to you right now. Are you ready? Let's begin as we

drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I died and woke up in hell.

This is how I escaped.

Written by C.I. Herp.

I was never a very good person in life.

I cheated on my wife, cheated on my taxes, stole for my business partners, beat my kids

any time they looked at me the wrong way, and overall just acted like a general scumbag.

In hindsight, I see it clearly. I wish I could start over and do it all again.

One night, on my way home from my law firm, a freak ice storm covered the highway. My head four-wheel

drive and didn't think about the falling sleet in hail until the truck in front of me began to slide and then jackknifed

and flipped, landing not even ten feet in front of my SUV. I had no time to react. I slammed the brakes

of the very last millisecond but ended up going into the side of the trailer at 70 miles an hour

without a seatbelt on.

The last thing I remember was time slowing down to a crawl as I flew through the windshield,

shards of safety glass glittering like stars all around me in the winter air, and then it was

blackness. I awokeoke screaming and hyperventilating

in the same blackness but without any pain in the darkness I felt my body running my

hands over my arms legs chest and face I didn't seem to have a single broken bone or laceration. I was even in the

same expensive Armani suit that I had been wearing during the accident. It seemed miraculous that I had

somehow survived unscathed, without even a tear in my suit. I stood in the darkness, putting my hands out in front of me and stumbling around in a short,

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