No.

This is creepy.

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Creepy Presents, The Collector, written by M.S. Lynn, and narrated by Megan McGuffie.

Even after living in her apartment for nine months, Greta took time to fall asleep to the

nightly grumblings of the city. Like learning to sleep next to a new lover, she was still

adjusting to byproducts of its dormant biology, the low moaning of wind billowing between the

brick buildings, the budding rumble and thunderous passing of the twilight trains,

and the occasional screams of a couple's disintegration down the darkened streets.

And somehow, Greta would find her way into slumber.

Though the journey could be difficult,

once sleep had coiled about her brain, rarely did it release its grip until the bright rays of a mid-morning sun set her eyelids ablaze in a living red. On the night of June 15th, however,

something was different. Greta awoke from deep slumber,

calmly, as though her mind had drifted through a full night's rest, but there was no light outside her window, only darkness. She pawed at her phone screen, squinting against the brightness to read the clock.

2.15. How odd, she thought, and rolled over, willing her brain to accept the reality that she had not slept enough,

and to be a good little sack of gray meat and banish her consciousness once more to the realm of dreams.

This, it did not do. In fact,

as Greta laid in her bed, her heart started to beat faster and faster, and she found that no part of her really wanted to go back to sleep. Resigned to the fate of the awake, Greta rose and tiptoed out into the

kitchen, prepared to silence a teapot on the eve of its whistling, and thus lull her brain into

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