The So I'm going to do. Welcome to another edition of Nightmare Fuel Creeps and Peepers.

I'm Dan Cummins and I'll be sharing another original short story of the fictional horror variety.

This installment of this series ended up being in addition to a new standalone story,

not necessarily a sequel to the first nightmare fuel, mirrors and dreams, but it provides

some connective tissue for a possible sequel to that story and answers the big question left by that story.

Just giving you a heads up. If you want to either listen to that

story, read listen to it, or at least revisit a summary of it in your mind to get the

absolute most out of this story. I highly recommend noise cancellation headphones for the best

most immersive experience and let's get started. Hope you enjoy this new nightmare.

Time now for the tale of Mr. nightmare. her daughter's plate again. How many vegetables must you eat before your mother

lets you be done with dinner? The stressful query of young children round the world

since time immemorial. Two more bites. Big bites. Okay. Lily dramatically sighed as if she

been asked to repaint the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel instead of needing to eat two more small spoonfuls of lightly

salted canned green beans.

If you hurry, said Lily's Grandpa Marco, we can play a little more kets with your new

frisbee before you have to go to bed.

After I have ice cream white, shouted Lily, excitedly reminding her grandfather of the importance

and validity of her request with, Mama already said I could.

Well, yes, of course, ice cream always comes first.

It's Neatalapan.

That means my three favorite kinds and one favorite.

My chocolate favorite, my strawberry favorite, and my

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