Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well. It is time for us to step into the shadows

and unveil a collection of stories that are guaranteed to give you the chills. Let's not waste

any more time as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

If you find yourself deep in the hills of Utah, do not look at the sky.

Written by Replexion.

In the world of a private reporter, one can and likely will be subject to a variety of strange occurrences.

The allure to this, for me at least, is that I strive to be the first to document them and decode the underlying mysteries.

The story I'm working on at the moment is unlike anything that I've seen before.

Truly, it's the most bizarre incident that I'd ever had the pleasure of investigating.

Well, maybe pleasure isn't the right word to describe yesterday's events,

but I would be a liar to say that this one hasn't gotten

me riled up. My name is Louis Amar, though most referred to me as Lou in person. Perhaps excessive

syllables aren't worth the time for most, but I've never objected to the name. I've been a private

reporter, investigator to an extent, for the majority of my adult life.

I suppose that in some ways my passion is similar to that held by mountain climbers, cavers,

and other such hobbyists, in the endless search for virgin territory to sink the teeth into.

But as evidenced by my experience, some things are not worth the intrigue, and are better left alone

to stagnate outside of public awareness. I'm getting ahead of myself.

Let me begin at the beginning, at the flame which ignited the trailing views.

I live in a relatively large town in Utah.

You know, the Red Rock type of place.

Broiling summers and usually mild winters. The cold is dispelled much by the town's surroundings, sheltered by hills and mountains, though

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