The So, I'm not. Welcome to another edition of Nightmare Fuel Creaks and Peepers.

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

especially excited for this one. My primary introduction to the world of horror was Slasher

Flix from the 1980s. Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Halloween, a bunch of teenagers or

college kids often alone somewhere and away from their parents when some supernatural

psychopath starts to cut them down one by one.

This week is my homage to that genre.

I highly recommend noise cancellation headphones

for the best most terrifying experience.

Hope you enjoy this new nightmare.

Time now for the tale of the Devil's Butcher.

He just like, he couldn't take it anymore. All the teasing, all the

torment, a lifetime of being picked on for like looking different and

all deformed in his face and stuff for being poor

unwanted. So one dark night when the other summer campers and counselors his

soon to be bloody victims were asleep in their beds and some of

those beds were in this very cabin he snuck out and made his way into one of the

camp storage rooms where they like kept a bunch of supplies and stuff and he

grabbed his rampage weapons. He found this bow for like the archery course and a whole bunch of

arrows and like this really heavy, really sharp double-bladed axe.

And before he walked back out with all that shit, he put on this like super creepy rubber

skull mask and transformed into the butcher.

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