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

For some reason this week, I'm feeling extra spooky and I just can't wait to get into the stories.

We have an awesome batch this week that I think will really give you the chills.

Let us get into it. As we drift further into Mr. Creve's mind.

I just moved into a new apartment.

There's something wrong with the neighbors, written by Alias for whom.

Okay. alias for whom. City apartments are rough.

My first two places were both basements, because that's what you can afford these days

if you're looking to live alone.

Third place, no lie, had a window facing a brick wall only three feet away.

I was never looking for a spectacular view.

I just wanted a decent window.

Until last month when I finally got one.

I had moved in December 1st to this super small but super decent apartment, only a few minutes

walk from the subway.

The main living space of it extended from the kitchen, and Dave Flimsley sliding

door separated that from a small bedroom space.

In the east wall of that bedroom space, a Florida ceiling window.

I'm insured overlooked the dirty street ahead, a small coffee place, and a huge community housing

building.

But my God, the air, the sounds, the sunlight.

It was perfect and so shockingly affordable.

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