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

What better way to start the new year off with a bang than some great scary stories.

So, without further ado, let's not waste any time, and drift further into Mr. Creve's mind.

I'm an oil rig worker in the Persian Gulf. into Mr. Creep's mind.

I'm an oil rig worker in the Persian Gulf.

There is evil in the pipes.

Written by, Darkly Gathers.

If you're hearing this, then it means that I escaped.

My story is a brutal one and I'll share it in the style that it was intended to be read,

so that you might understand, so that you might see it through the eyes of one who suffered.

Please consider this a cautionary tale.

It is, I admit, unlikely that you will find yourself in such a situation.

But hey, you never know, right.

My name is Cater and I take pride in my work and I work on the pipes.

My current job revolves around an oil pipeline in the Persian Gulf.

It's at the very bottom of the sea between Saudi Arabia and

Iran. It's just gone midday, but unfortunately, we are too far down for the light at the

surface to reach us. So my current surroundings are illuminated by nothing more than the yellowish

beam of my flashlight. A small collection of bubbles escaped from

my diving mask. They ripple up and out of sight as I gently kick my flippers, slowly propelling

myself through the gloom. As a worker down here, I am one of three, but the others are not

currently visible to me.

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