No.

This is creepy.

A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous chilling and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world.

Whether these stories truly happened or are simply

fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence

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For our first story this evening, a hunter's memories shift darkly after his father's death, unraveling a chilling truth. some prey hunts back.

Creepy presents, the memories come back darker.

Written by I.M. Otero.

I find myself in the same spot as that hunt for many years ago.

I'm carrying a much more advanced bow, but the same 357 magnum that my dad had passed down to me.

The small tree with arrow on it has grown so much, and honestly, I'm surprised it survived.

I recall that hunt now standing in the same spot we did all those years ago.

Instead of the familiar warm feeling of nostalgia, I find myself dipped in icy dread.

Lately, since the death of my father, when I recall memories that have sat in the ether of the forgotten for so long, they come back strange. I don't mean an implanted memory, where it's something your family has talked about

so much you feel like you kind of remember it, or even a suggested memory by someone trying to

retrieve buried trauma.

I'm talking about things that were innocuous or even pleasant every other time I recall them.

Now it comes back darker.

It's happening now with that bow hunt with my father at this very place.

My father was a great guy, despite his faults, of course, but one man is perfect.

This brief hunting trip's always been memorable, and I think about it often.

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