Happy Halloween, everyone.

I hope your day is filled with many scares and lots of candy.

For today, we have a special batch of stories guaranteed to give you the chills.

Let us begin, as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind. A strange storm hit when

I was in preschool. It wasn't a tornado. Written by Hawk Frost of Riverclan.

It happened when I was in preschool.

The funny thing is, it's roughly the only event from those days that I have a clear memory of.

The rest is remembered the same way most things are remembered.

Hazy.

Piecemeal bits that stringed together into roughly coherent memories.

I don't know why I remember this event as well as I do. Maybe it never actually happened,

and it's a false memory my mind conjured up.

And that's why it's so clear.

It would certainly explain why I can't find any records of a tornado,

the most logical explanation for what had happened that day, going through the area around that time. It was several years ago, somewhere between

2005 and 2007, maybe 2004.

Even with how well I remember the events of that day, I don't remember the exact year it was in.

There are other details that I don't remember either, like what the teacher's names were, or what my friend's

names were, or if I had any real friends at that time for that matter. Nor do I recall what

we did before the storm rolled in, probably what children normally did in preschool during the early 2000s.

It's been such a long time that I honestly don't remember what the schedule was, or if we even had one.

I remember that it was a beautiful spring day when my mother dropped me off at preschool.

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