Hello everyone, I hope that you're all doing well.

Today, I'll be your guide through the corridors of terror.

Here we'll dive head first into the realm of the supernatural,

where every creaking floorboard and whispered breath hints at something sinister lurking

just beyond the shadows.

Let's get into it

as we drift further into

Mr. Creep's mind.

I'm a federal agent that hunts down

strange entities. These are my cases.

Written by Brian Maycock.

I was a rookie cop.

I had been teamed with a 25-year veteran and called Mitchell.

He was griping about his ex-wife until the alimony was bleeding him dry when the radio

crackled, requesting us to carry out a wellness check. Probably a stiff. Mitchell growled and then

started to complain about his guts. We arrived at the address the dispatcher had given us 20 minutes later.

It was a first floor apartment in a rundown block.

I knocked on the door and let them know that it was the police.

There was no response and no sounds coming from inside.

But there was the trace of a sickly sweet odor drifting out.

It was the stench of decay.

This was enough for us to force entry.

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