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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 not simply fabrications

is 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 7, The Little Sheet Ghost, written by New

to Town Jam, and narrated by Danielle Huett.

Halloween is the worst time of year for me. I'm not scared of the pagan connotations or

the sheer capitalism of the thing. What terrifies me is what lurks beneath the masks and costumes

that walk the streets that night. The monsters that hide. Ten years ago, I lost my only

son, Finley, on Halloween night. He was six years old, full of life, and desperate

to dress as a pirate. I stayed up all night on the eve of Halloween, sewing a toy

parrot to the shoulder of his costume, and fashioning a hat fit for Jack Sparrow himself.

I'd have done anything for my sweet boy. Finley's dad worked himself into a drunken

stupor while I pricked holes in every finger for that damn parrot. I'd barely slept the

next day, but as my beautiful child let out an argh. I was so proud.

Polly wants a cracker he chirped, stroking the stuffed parrot. When my friend Lisa offered

to take him trick or treating, I was grateful. Our boys were friends. They lived on the same

street. Finley would have a great time and I could get some well-needed sleep. She came

to collect him. Her son dressed as a mummy, draped in yards of toilet roll. I kissed Finley's

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