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

Today we have two spooky stories that are guaranteed to give you the chills.

I really hope that you enjoy them.

So let's get into it.

As we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I own a ranch out in the middle of nowhere.

Something strange has been eating my cows, written by just the girl next door.

It all started with a phone call.

I picked up on the third ring.

Jesse, Paul started his voice cutting through the silence of the night and waking me from the deepest sleep that I'd had had in a while.

I just checked on your cows and a couple of whom slipped through a break in the fence.

Rubbing a hand over my face, I blew out a frustrated sigh and peeped at the clock on my dresser.

The red numbers glared back at me tauntingly.

1132.

Despite being absolutely exhausted, I knew my farmhand couldn't handle it all on his own, and these cows were my bread and butter.

If I lost any more, I would be madder than a hornet's nest.

Jesse, Paul questioned, you fall asleep on me, brother.

I shook my head more to convince myself than him, sat up in bed and threw off the covers.

I heard you, I'm just real tired as all, but I'm up.

A crackle settled over the phone before I heard Paul clear his throat and say,

Yeah, they've gone over yonder to the tree line.

I'm sure we can get them rounded up, though, and we'll get you back to bed here soon.

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