Hello everyone. I'm glad to see you back for another week of amazing scary stories.

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

I was hired as a creepypasta narrator. The rules are really strange.

Written by Blake Blizzard.

I should have known this was a terrible idea.

Who finds and takes a job offer while casually browsing Reddit?

Yes, I realize that I'm posting this story on Reddit right now, but this is the only place I know it can reach people.

I love the front page of the internet, but it's no early 2000s era monster.com.

It's not a site to find a job, unless it's a job literally working for Reddit.

I don't know. Look, I'm out of my mind right now.

I messed up. I couldn't keep it all straight. I just couldn't do it.

I don't know how much time I have, but I have a nifty little setting that to a post whatever I've written on the subreddit if I'm AFK for more than two minutes.

I don't know if I'll live long enough to hit the post button.

So I'll type as much as I can.

Sorry for any typos or information that doesn't make sense.

My name doesn't matter, but you can call me B.

I'm going to try and give just the facts, ma'am.

Again, forgive me and my words come out looking like the conspiracy Charlie meme from

Oie Sonny.

I love all things media, radio specifically, talk radio more specifically.

I remember as an early teen hearing Howard Stern and having my socks blown up by how wild his show was as I grew into an older teen around

18 or 19 I still appreciated the cheeky topics that he and his crew discussed but I

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