Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well. Well, what can I say? It's the greatest time of the year, and let's celebrate by listening to some great scary stories. Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

Stories from a Monster Hunter, written by Flying into Mr. Creep's mind.

Stories from a monster hunter written by Flying Thunder God 0408

A cold breeze blew through my bedroom window.

I sat up in my bed still half asleep. The tree out front had completely

shed its leaves, the onset of winter. Seeing the cold creeping in put a smile at my face,

business was about to boom. I dragged myself downstairs to get on with my day, stopping by the kitchen on

my way, a carton of milk and three boiled eggs. I loaded the peeled eggs onto my plate and went to town.

After getting my meal over with, I went down to the basement where I stored my weapons.

I had to run a status check, and if necessary, stock up on more supplies.

You see, winter is usually when a lot of monster species go to bed for a few months in North America.

Most reptilian and mammalian menaces are either inactive or burrowed in caves. Through the months

of October to January, most commonly known as the American Bigfoot, they dwindle in numbers before

resurging in spring. Studies have shown that these swamp-dwelling amphibious frog gaitators burrow in mud through most of the dry season,

and while winter certainly reduces the diversity of catch-for-us hunters, it is by no means a slow period.

Winter is when the big bad of North America comes out to play. Winter is the Wendigo season.

This time of the year is busiest for us hunters, all thanks to this ancient, ice-cold apex

predator of these snowing lads. The moment the October heat passes by, I get flooded with calls and job offers, and this

year I got quite the call indeed. On the wall furthest from the stairs were seven gun lockers.

I took out a Remington from the second, seemed all right. There were about two boxes of rounds on the shelf. In the first

locker sat my crossbow, I had to get the string replaced. The other rifles were in good

condition for the most part. I opened up the sixth locker. There it was sitting on the top

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