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.

I wasn't feeling great this week. Got some kind of stomach bug, felt foggy brain, confused, feverish for a few days,

which wasn't good for my life in general, but it did inspire this

week's story. When you're sick, you feel especially vulnerable. You hope that whoever's taking

care of you has your best interest in mind. But what if they don't? We highly recommend noise cancellation

headphones for the best most immersive experience. Hope you enjoy this new nightmare.

Time now for the tale of Nurse Lucy. It ain't much but it's mine. A dusty

scuffed up weather-beaten coyer door mat, with that quote written in faded black ink in the center,

laid on the front landing of the small mobile home owned by one Duane Spekelmeyer,

a divorced diesel mechanic in his mid-50s, living alone 15 miles west of Billions, Montana,

and just five miles outside of the littleburg of Park City. Duane was right.

It wasn't much. The outdated and beat to shit single wide he called home was just two bedrooms and one bathroom

Less than 900 square feet and built poorly at that back in 1978. The tin sighting that encased the trailer was

rusted in more places than it wasn't. One of the windows was cracked and being

held together, barely, by some gray duct tape that didn't stand out as much as it probably should

have, on account of the window being that dirty.

The small wooden entry landing at the top of the three steps and some railing leading up to it looked like it had been hastily built by Duane himself because it had

And since he'd never bothered to paint or seal it the hard winters and hot summers had left the splintered wood grain and beginning to rot.

The walls were thin, the carpet cheap and dingy, the window AC unit rattled loud as the Dickens,

and the only heat came from a small cast-iron wood stove that

would burn the shit out of your hand if you stumbled in drunk, started to fall, and reached

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