Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well. This week we have three new scary stories

that I hope you'll enjoy. Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I used to be a real estate agent. After trying to sell a liminal space, I quit.

Written by just the girl next door.

The Lakin's home.

Upon first glance, it looked like a traditional two-story home. In fact, it was very

inviting on the outside. The house had a wraparound porridge, white picket fence, well-established

oak trees, cute little flowers dangling and hanging pots. It looked like the normal suburban

American dream. That's where the

normalcy ended, though. I remember when it first popped up on my radar. It was in the heat of the

summer and that particular day was sweltering. The family that owned it said it belonged to

their deceased grandmother. They didn't want anything in the house and said that I could sell it belonged to their deceased grandmother.

They didn't want anything in the house and said that I could sell it with all the furnishings inside.

It was rare that I even had clients willing to do this, so obviously I had questions.

Gretchen, are you sure you don't want anything from the house?

My words were nothing but sympathetic as I shoved the for-sale sign into the front yard.

Cool blue eyes stared up at me before averting to the ground.

I appreciate the concern, but the rest of the family doesn't want anything to do with

this house, and neither

do I.

Curiosity swirled around in my head as I glanced up at her, swiping the perspiration

that began to bead just above my brow.

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