The Welcome to another edition of Nightmare Fulfs and Peepers.

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

This, as you can probably tell by the title,

will not be a continuation of the Storm series, but I will return with at least another three

episodes for that series down the road at some point. Thanks for the positive feedback on that

series, by the way. I know it wasn't for all of you, but I also know a lot of you loved it,

that those were your favorite nightmare fuel episodes,

and that makes me really happy. In between writing the most recent Storm chapter and this story,

Lindsay, the kids, Kyler Monroe, and myself were all in a car accident. We hit a bad patch of

black ice. We're all okay. But for a few moments, it sure looked like it was going to be

really, really bad bad the truck was

essentially totaled but we were unscathed i was driving and once it was all over i felt the most

grateful i have ever felt to be alive for my family to also be alive but also i have felt a moment

since the crash like we shouldn't have all been able to walk away unharmed.

It doesn't feel real sometimes.

Lindsay's had the same feelings.

We've had conversations, as crazy as this might sound, where we're like, did we actually

die in that crash?

Has every moment since been some sort of strange dream, some alternate life, and some other dimension, it's the strangest

sensation, and something I've never felt before, at least not while sober, and not under the

influence of psychedelics. And it is what inspired this story. Highly recommend noise cancellation

headphones, as always, for the ultimate experience.

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