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

We're back again this week with a collection of stories that I know you will enjoy,

from a park ranger to a forest monster and many more.

Let's not hesitate and drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I'm a park ranger in Nevada. I never should have explored that old mining town.

Written by Horror Writer 1717.

I'm a park ranger out in Nevada.

There is an old abandoned mining town that set a ways off the main road.

The park service had claimed it a while back, but people were not encouraged to visit there.

In fact, it was plainly marked with signs that said,

Off limits, no trespassing, danger.

Heck about the only thing they didn't do was build a moat around the place.

Sometimes I wonder if they should.

Some people need to learn to read or listen, one of the two, because it seemed like I was always chasing people out of there. They would look at me like I was crazy, but every one of them

would spray gravel as they hauled it after I would tell them the story. I'm not supposed to tell

the story. I've been supposed to tell the story.

I've been warned many times, even threatened with much worse than the unemployment line.

I guess maybe I need to learn to listen to, because it was the best way to make sure people

left and never came back.

I'm tired of being told to keep my mouth shut.

I'm tired that nothing's been done about it.

We arrangers are supposed to just go about our jobs and pretend that it never happened.

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