Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well. Today we have two tales for you that I'm sure you'll enjoy.

They both take place in the sinister mind of Mr. Creep's. So, what better way than to dive in as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

Something sinister lurks in the remote wilderness of Iceland, written by Trash Tia.

So, there's a device here which perfectly translates speech to text. I'm currently sitting in a

freezer. It's the safest place here and I don't think I'll be caught. There's a whole load of

computers and old laptops, just like in the main lab, but this thing can turn my voice into words.

Okay, so.

I'm not cold anymore.

I should feel this place, the deathly temperature enveloping me.

But I can't feel it.

I wish I was cold.

It was supposed to be a freaking youth retreat.

Mom thought it would be the perfect vacation,

a trip to Iceland during the holidays. I've never been abroad before so. This was my chance

to branch out and actually go somewhere with my life. Mom didn't mean to, but she was

unintentionally smothering me. I'm 18 years old and I was yet to leave the confines of our tiny little town.

The brochure and the website they looked promising,

describing it as a once-in-a-lifetime getaway to Northern Iceland.

The more remote parts away from the bustling city of Rechnivik

and the temperature of tourist spots like the

Blue Lagoon. It was a modern, toasty cabin in the middle of nowhere. A youth center specifically

built for lost kids trying to find themselves. They really hammered that in with every page.

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