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

The world is in a crazy, crazy place right now, so honestly, I just hope that you're all safe and sound,

and I hope these stories can take your mind off of things even for a little bit.

So, let's get into it, as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

25 years ago, I heard a fatal campfire story written by Lighting Nations.

So, it's an alien.

Andrew asked from across the campfire.

I didn't say alien, Lee snapped.

I mean, I'm not saying that it's not an alien, just that nobody knows for sure.

For a moment, the only sounds were the fire cracking and the bugs in the forest.

Sure sounds like an alien to me.

I sat and then pulled my marshmallow away from the flame.

Andrew pushed up off his elbow.

At 14 years old, he was the biggest and oldest member of our group.

Okay, okay, let's go over the facts.

It's a strange life form, nobody knows where it came from, and it's a threat to humanity.

Conclusion, alien.

I've been into my marshmallow too soon scalding my tongue i never said alienly mumbled whenever andrew got worked up the best thing to do was to let him have his way and to my right jordie lay down inside his tent, his leg brace, making a sharp metallic clatter.

So if it's not an alien, what is it?

Andrew asked, suspicious but curious.

Nobody knows, I mean, there are theories.

What theories?

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