The Welcome to another edition of Welcome to another edition of

Creaves and Peepers.

I'm Dan Cummins, and today I'll be sharing

another original short story of the fictional horror variety.

I know many of you wanted a continuation of the

previous tale of the House of Hurt, but I'm just not convinced we should explore that world any

further. At least that's how I'm feeling at the moment. Maybe it'll change in the future. Right now,

I kind of like not knowing for sure what will happen to the house's remaining terrified victims.

I had originally planned on telling a story set in the dark world this week.

I know it's been a while since we visited that place,

but then Lindsay shared a fan submission on a recent episode of Scared to Death.

It got me thinking about how terrible it would be if someone's fictional horror story

wasn't so fictional after all.

And here we are.

I highly recommend noise cancellation headphones

for the best experience. Hope you enjoy this new nightmare. Time now for the tale of Burn

the Witch. November 2008. Sally Wood, an exhausted 36-year-old nurse, woke up screaming again.

She was covered in a cold sweat, alone in the lone bedroom of her small condo at the River Bend

Condominiums on Old Colony Avenue in Taunton, where she'd only fallen

asleep an hour earlier after another long shift at Morton Hospital where she worked as a nurse.

Sally was a Taunton native, as were her parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents.

And before them, multiple generations of her ancestors had been born and raised in various towns in the area of Bristol County, going all the way back to the mid-17th century, back before Massachusetts was even a state, when it was still called the Massachusetts Bay Colony, even before Salem's infamous witch trials.

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