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

On this week's episode, we will delve into the eerie and the uncanny.

Let's get into it as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I'm a fourth grade teacher in rural Iowa.

I have a strange new student, written by Mouse Curtains.

When I worked as a grade school teacher, fourth grade specifically, I had never faced any problems with the kids that I taught.

Nothing more than the typical boisterous boys who I suppose nowadays would have been chalked up to undiagnosed ADHD,

and girls who might have been a little bit too cruel to one another, and the way all children need time to grow to be

kinder when dealing with classmates. This was before the time of widespread use of computers in schools,

and in the small town of Witness, in the lower southeastern part of Iowa, there would be a long wait

for our left behind town to see computers enter our school system.

It wasn't the worst thing to be dealing with the old-fashioned way of education.

Filing papers in student files for classes of no more than 10 to 12 students didn't make my life complicated.

Witness was extremely tight-knit.

I never had to worry much about getting into contact with parents and more often than not, I had been invited for dinner at my pupil's houses in order to grow comfortable with the community.

As the new girl in town, it seemed accustomed to be thrown straight into the town's communal nature. And within my first year of moving there,

I had come to know almost every resident by name. And they were all more than happy to accommodate

the fresh new thing from Manhattan that would surely bring some quality teaching tactics to their

otherwise crumbling education system. I was fresh out of college when I moved to witness.

Truth be told, I hadn't been an entirely honest with my reasoning for moving to the town

to its residents.

To them, they had assumed that my education in Manhattan made me something of a higher class,

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