Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well. This week, we're back with two scary stories

that I hope you'll enjoy. Again, thank you so much for the constant support on the YouTube

channel and here on the podcast as well. Without you listeners, none of this would be possible.

So, let us begin, as we drift further into Mr. Creve's mind. I deliver meat as a truck driver. I must follow a strict

list of rules. Written by Jawski the Great.

As far as I remember, I've always been fascinated about road trips ever since I was little.

The factor of such definitely came from my dad who once worked as a truck driver and would

often bring me along with them.

Now being grown up at all, those sweet memories eventually faded along with time.

The last time that I graduated was nearly a decade ago.

All the jobs that I took were merely a part of an inconsistent, unpleasant career that barely

supported my financial burden. Being nearly stuck in a dilemma, I finally decided that it was

time that I find a stable career with a job that I actually enjoy. Fast forward a few months after, I couldn't be much happier to have

finally possessed a competent truck driver's license after digging out my remaining money for the

lessons. The moment that I took hold of it, I did not waste time to seek for companies that

would hire me.

It took some quick browsing before I found a small, unnoticed company that offered good bucks.

It introduced itself as a meat company that desperately needed new drivers as demands were increasing lately.

I partook in an interview and sure enough, secured the job since they were unexpectedly that desperate. My orientation was right on the next day. Prior to it, my new boss

ordered me to sign some terms and contracts and handed me a set of documents, which he

described it as the company's rules

and regulation. Since the goods I transport are fresh meats, it means that I had to drive

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