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

On this week's episode, we have three stories that I think will be the best for you.

Without further ado, let's get into it, as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I was a Boy Scout.

I'll never go camping again.

Written by Pithe and Petrocor.

When I was eight, I went on a camping trip with my scouts group to some mountains in awfully Ireland.

The plan was to be dropped off by bus, hiked through the mountains, and set up camp at a

wooden cabin.

A straightforward plan with the promise of good food and stories awaiting us.

If only things had turned out as planned, if only I went home with the kind of story that I wouldn't have wanted to hide for 22 years.

It has taken me that long to finally tell this story of what happened to me there.

The memories had been buried in the back of my mind for so long, lost to the fog and trees of

those of Black Mountain valleys. When we arrived at the car park, all chatter and excitement,

having been cooped up on the bus for the past few hours. As relieved as I was to stretch my legs,

the prospect of the trip ahead of me filled me with dread.

You see, I wasn't the kind to be drawn to trips like this, nor was I even drawn to these scouts

to begin with. My parents had pushed me to join, in a bid to get me out of my comfort zone

and hopefully shake off the incessant anxiety that plagued me ever since I had moved school.

Maya was quiet, my humor off-beotent, my interests unusual, at least by these standards of my classmates.

They were unusual enough for me to be ostracized most of the time.

All I wanted was to talk about horror movies and video games, while my classmates wanted to talk about hurling and football.

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