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

This holiday season I hope that you stay bundled up and ready to enjoy some scary stories.

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

I'm a doctor and all my patients share a nightmare.

They are lost in the backrooms.

Written by Kyle Harrison.

I, Dr. James Wesley, place this testimony here as a record of the events leading up to the death,

know the destruction of everybody that worked at the corporate offices of Osset Pharmaceutical

found in Washington State. We were told that the work we were doing was going to help people.

This started last spring. I got a call from the headmaster at Carbuncle Academy.

I had been studying medicine there for nearly three years and never once been asked to his office.

So the thought of being summoned actually terrified me.

Marsh was old as dirt and as stern as a brick wall.

He smoked a pipe and wore clothes that looked like they belonged

in the 1930s. As I entered his office, he placed a vinyl record on an old player and let classical

music fill the air. He told me to close the door and asked me if I was familiar with the piece,

to which I admitted that I wasn't.

According to him, the music was created by a local cult leader back in the 1880s named Abraham Zawain.

The headmaster explained that Zawain had managed to convince hundreds in the area to kill themselves due to a meteor shower.

If I might ask, why are you telling me this, sir?

His bizarre ramblings about ritualistic genocide had left me unnerved, and I wasn't entirely sure what

the purpose was of my arrival to his office. He puffed his pipe again and focused his old pale eyes on me,

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