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This is Creepy.

A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepy pastas and

urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications

for you to decide. These stories make and take graphic depictions of violence and

explicit language. Listener discretion is advised.

Creepy presents the 31 days of horror, day 29, sunflowers written by Isabelle Pereira.

Richard hated sunflowers. He hated their color. They're sickeningly sweet, smell, and

they're ugly dark centers. He hated the way they infested his backyard in large patches,

white spinning hours in the scorching sun digging them out. He hated that Nell always

refused to let him continue. Those are mommy's flowers. Nell said one day catching him

knee-deep and dirt. I know, but I think it's time we plant some new flowers. He stopped

leaving on a rusty shovel. I was thinking maybe some wildflowers are lavender. We can plant

whatever you like. I want mommy's flowers. So he was forced to stare at mommy's flowers,

watching them twist and turn in the breeze, devouring every last bit of yard that was left,

saturating his property with their violent color. He scanned the field of vibrant yellow

trying to find the exact spot where mommy had creed a little Nell against her hips and

threatened to take away his entire world. Richard had been planning the day for months.

Nell's six-birthday was looming and he wanted to ensure his only little girl would have

a wonderful day. He put in for the day off six weeks earlier. He called Main Street

Bakery at least three times a week for two weeks to verify his cake would be ready on

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