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This is Creepy.

A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepy pastas and

urban legends in the world, whether these stories truly happened or simply fabrications

this for you to decide.

These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language.

Listener discretion is advised.

The Promises We Make in December by T.W. Grim.

In my imagination I was going to take Moses out with a single swing of my father's mighty

pickaxe as he stepped into the shed.

But this was reality, not a child's revenge fantasy, and Moses was a canny old warrior

who adelted with far worse characters than a small and frightened young boy.

He started to step into the shed to bait me and then, nimbly jumped back, yanked at the

door shut as I leaped out of the shadows to bury the pickaxe in his heart.

I tried to stop in mid-swing, but the head of the axe was too heavy and I stumbled head

long into the door.

In the same instant Moses shoved it open and sent me reeling across the shed.

I fell on my ass on the floor and Moses flicked on the light switch, making me squint

in the sudden glare of the naked light bulb overhead.

My head was ringing from the brisk impact with unyielding wood, and my vision went blurry

with the tears in my eyes.

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