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

October is here and that means Halloween is right around the corner.

Who's ready for the best time of the year?

Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

My office has a basement.

There's a reason that we don't go down there.

Written by Horror Junkie, One, Two, Three.

Hey, John, what's that door lead to?

I blubbered through a mouth full of fries.

I jab my finger at a massive iron door at the far end of the break room. John paused

mid-chew. He glanced down at the remnants of his lunch for a long uncomfortable moment before

resuming. That goes to the basement.

No need to go down there.

It's just a bunch of old records and cobwebs.

I released the breath that I didn't know I had been holding.

Sounds creepy.

I've always kind of liked that stuff, honestly.

It feels like urban exploring without.

Darren, look me in the eyes and promise me that you won't go down there. The basement is off limits. John's icy stare sent a shiver

rippling up my spine. I had only known the man for a week, but he had always requitted my incessant

questions with pleasant

friendly answers this breaking character was unsettling i promise i muttered quickly averting

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