Hello everyone, I hope you're all doing well. Well, when you look at it, Halloween is right around the corner. As you might have guessed it, it's my favorite holiday of the year and my favorite time of the year. So because of that, we're going to have some extra scary stories for you today.

I really hope you enjoy them.

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

I was a gravedigger in northern Alaska.

Fear stouted me.

Written by, Doomed Geek. Thank you. fear stouted me written by doomed geek my family all worked nine to five they had mortgages and health plans and spent most evenings sprawled in front of their TVs because they were too

tired to do anything else I couldn't live like that.

Even thinking about it made me feel as if I couldn't breathe.

So as soon as I was old enough, I packed a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and a couple of paperback

books in a backpack, and I left home.

I had some money in my wallet and the lighter that my grandfather had given me in the top

pocket to my checkered shirt.

I didn't smoke, but he had told me the lighter had been his lucky charm, so I liked

to keep it close.

I did not need anything else.

I hitched my first ride that morning in a truck heading north.

It was a beautiful day, unseasonably warm for late October.

The sky was clear and I had the wind on my face, until the truck driver told me to get my darn

fool head back in the cab.

I once saw a man get to capitate it that way, he said. One minute he was spouting on about what a beautiful world we live

in. The next moment his head was roamed on the highway, looking more like a squashed melon that a

fresh-faced fellow. I waited for him to wink at me or crack a smile and say that he was only joking, but he

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