This is Avery After Dark, and I'm your host, Avery Ross.

I just came across one of the scariest, most bizarre stories I've ever heard.

Just trust me, it's about to get really eerie.

This is Willow Creek.

I have been going through a very strange experience lately.

Something unexplainable is happening to me. And over the past couple weeks, everything

has changed. It all begins and ends with one place, my hometown. I've always felt a magnetic pull

toward Willow Creek. The small, idyllic town my dad and I would summer in when I was a kid. My mind was

filled with memories of summer spent there, playing hide-and-seek in the woods with the other

kids in town, riding bikes down Main Street, spending hours by the Crystal Clear Creek. I even

carved my initials into one of the trees along the water. And my first

crush, Lily Ryan. We would cheer ice cream at Murphy's Diner. Lily lived in Willow Creek full

time, and I wished I did too. Yet my dad's work was back in the city, so that's where we always

went back to. I really liked Lily.

I always considered Willow Creek to be my hometown, as it was the place I felt most at home.

I was an only child, and my mom ran out on us when I was just a baby. And being there in that town

was the highlight of my year. Sadly, we stopped summering in

Willow Creek when I was 12. My dad lost his job, and we didn't have the money to rent our cabin

there anymore. But I always hoped that we would be able to go back one day. Then, years later,

my dad had a heart attack and died. It was unexpected. I had just turned

18. After that, I stayed in the city. My dad didn't leave me much in terms of money, so I gave

into the fact that I probably wouldn't be going back to Willow Creek anytime soon. It was just about surviving. I graduated high

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