The Welcome to another edition of Nightmarefuel Creeps and Peepers.

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

A continuation of the previous nightmare fuel.

Will Brad Collins get away with his proverbial deal with the devil?

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 2, a book for blood.

2008, 10 days after Brad Collins' final automatic writing session.

Crystal Putnam was exhausted.

It had been a long day in a series of long days.

She'd been having bad dreams for over a week, the details of which she couldn't quite remember,

dreams involving an old, angry woman's face, an old dangerous woman who wanted to do her harm

for reasons she could never recall once she woke. But she thought

it had something to do with her blood. It was so strange. She'd never had recurring nightmares before.

When she talked to her coworker, Daryl, at the Residence Inn in Bridgewater, across from the Nip

where she worked, he asked if she'd been especially stressed out recently,

that maybe that was the cause of her bad dreams. Her friend Tanya had then said the same thing.

Yes, yes, of course, she had been stressed lately. She was a 20-year-old single mom of a three-year-old,

whose sperm donor deadbeat dad would apparently rather go to jail

than ever pay child support, working a job that didn't pay enough to cover daycare, a job that

offered what had to be some of the worst health care with the highest deductibles in history.

She was driving a beater with bald tires and almost 200,000 miles on it, and she couldn't

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