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

For some reason, I'm just in a really good mood today, so I hope that you are too.

Let's get into these scary stories as we drift further into Mr. Creve's mind.

We broke into the catacombs beneath the Vatican, written by S. Torchen.

We were on vacation backpacking through Europe, staying in hostels and trying to make every penny count.

When we met Lorenzo.

We were in a pub outside of London doing what American college students do best when traveling across the pond,

mostly annoying the locals.

We were about to get kicked out of yet another pub, the third one since our trip had started

when he had approached us.

You Americans, you only think you know how to have fun.

I show you a better way.

Show you things that you would talk about for the rest of your lives.

For a prize, he said.

His thick accent obscuring the insulting nature behind his words and hyping the intrigue of his offer.

There were four of us, Marcus, my best friend, Julie, his girlfriend, and Amanda, Julie's best friend.

I always had the biggest crush on Amanda ever since we had first met.

And me, I'm Franklin, by the way.

Four American college students spending this summer in Europe,

making memories and seeing the inside of as many pubs and bars as we could

afford.

When this young, darkly handsome Italian approached us and offered to show us an unforgettable time,

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