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and the nights getting darker,

once better than some of your favorite scary stories to cozy up and listen to.

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

My grandfather was a special kind of taxidermist, written by Ethan Gord.

It's the sort of way that most of these kinds of tales begin.

A strange grandfather passes away and leaves me his cabin in 80 acres of land in the woods.

My grandfather had saved his entire life as an electric lineman.

In order to retire to a two-story cabin with a workshop basement in Eugene, Oregon with my grandmother.

He had built the place himself a little at a time over the course of nearly every weekend in that 35-year span. To say the place was charming would be an understatement.

Grandpa had taken painstaking details in constructing the place.

The stairway was constructed of rough-cut pine with ornate carvings of Roosevelt elk, black-tailed deer, and black bear.

The entire cabin was pretty well constructed, with rough-sawed lumber of some type or another.

The grandpa had milled himself from the property.

The cedar ceiling and walls added the extra flare to the five-bedroom three-bathroom

cabin that had become my grandmother's dream home.

I had spent many a summer with grandfather learning how to woodwork, track wildlife, and most importantly

to Grandpa, hunt. To be honest, I never struggled with taking a wild animal's life,

but I think a lot of it had to do with the level of respect for the animals that Grandpa exhibited.

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