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Mr. Creaves.

Hello everyone.

I hope you're all doing well.

The stories for this week are guaranteed to really scare you.

Let's not waste any time as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I'm a sleepwalker and I've been killing people in my sleep written by the Cricket Boy

There was a fine spray of red dried in a rusty mist over the pocket of my fancy pajamas. Like someone with a nosebleed

on me. Bigger splotches of red, like some awful Roershack test pattern, had settled in on the cuffs

and the legs of my 90s. And there was dirt.

I was covered in great streaks of earth like someone took a muddy paintbrush to my white PJs.

Where the heck had I sleepwalk to last night?

A crime scene?

I stood beneath the harsh bathroom light staring in disbelief at myself in the mirror.

Me, Joan Thompson, 22, brown hair, blue eyes.

I always thought that was a weird combo.

Girl next door is probably what some weird dude somewhere thought of me as.

And here I was, looking like I had crawled out of my own shallow grave.

My hair was a mess.

A rat's nest of bed head with errant leaves and sticks dangling here and there like ornaments.

I look like a cavewoman. I'm a sleepwalker and I have

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