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Thank you so much for tuning in this week to this really special episode.

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Without further ado, let us begin, as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

When my grandpa died, I accidentally discovered a family secret.

I wish I hadn't.

Written by Withy Woodwich.

My grandma passed away when I was little.

I don't remember much about her apart from the vaguest of memories. She always wore flowery dresses, and she always fed me treats when my mother wasn't looking.

My grandpa never remarried.

My mother always said it was because he loved his wife so much that

nobody would be able to take her place. When I got older, I found this both heartbreaking and

romantic. Grandma had had her own room. Grandpa said it was because he snored so much that they

had to sleep separately.

When she died, he locked her room up, and it was the only place in the house that we were not permitted to go.

Sometimes we would try to peep through the keyhole, but someone would always scream about seeing a ghost and we would all run away.

I don't think Grandpa was lonely. We were a big part of his life. He lived close by so we all

piled into his house regularly, filling his house with noise and life. I would play in his

garden with my cousins while the adults talked and cooked.

In the summer, the garden bloomed with the flowers that my grandma had loved. Hydrangea's being her

favorite. In the winter, it was hung with balls of fat and bird seed, and the bird feeder was

always fully stocked. My grandma had

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