Creepy presents the 31 Days of Horror.

Day 26.

This is creepy.

A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas

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Um, hi, Dr. Hall. It's me, Nurse Natalie.

I heard you said that you wanted to know if anyone on the staff started to have unusual dreams, and, well, I had one last night that felt different than my usual dreams.

I know you're busy, so I hope it's okay that I'm taking the initiative to record this for you.

I don't know if it's just how much we've been working lately and how many people are here right now, but... But I think it might be getting to me.

But I'm not a professional like you, so please let me know if this isn't appropriate.

Anyway, I had this dream about...

The House on Cherry Lane.

Everything sucks. I'm not doing this anymore. It's too fucking cold to begin with.

It seems winters decided to come early to the small Minnesota shithole.

Way too early.

The air carries a chill that's best reserved for Christmas Eve or Valentine's Day, or maybe even Easter Sunday.

For it to be this chilly on Halloween, though, it sucks.

It's so cold that the majority of costumes are hidden beneath heavy coats.

Masks are obscured by earmuffs and sparkly princess heels have been replaced with snow boots.

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