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

On this week's episode, join us as we delve into the depths of horror, exploring the darkest

corners of the web.

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

Emergency Alert, do not Look at the Sky, written by Googly Eyes 93.

I can't remember the last time that I left the house.

I do know that I ran out of my medication a few days ago, but the apathy that I was feeling

just kept telling me to stay in, locked the door and go back to bed.

Not like I could afford it anyway, with no insurance to speak of and barely ten bucks to my name.

Heck, the last grocery delivery that I got is barely hanging on, despite my depressed

appetite to forcing me to ration it.

I had about 12 different voicemails for my mom asking why I wasn't responding, begging to know

that I was still alive, but I just couldn't.

It wasn't worth it because she wouldn't believe me anyway. Hell, I'm surprised she hasn't flown over here yet to drag me out. I can hear her now.

You know that you're better than this, Daniel. Get up. Yeah, a great motivation there. It was the voice in my head telling me that I was worthless, that it would be better for me,

for everyone if I just took myself out of the pool.

It's not like I contributed much, just a struggling writer who post horror stories on the internet,

not like it was enough to keep the lights on.

Then again, I don't know if anyone would notice if I stopped paying rent in this shithole high-rise,

other than the slum lord that already bled me dry like a damned vampire.

He didn't even come around anymore and knew that eviction wasn't worth the trouble.

The cops didn't care about things out here, and this guy was already on their shit list.

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