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

On this week's episode, we will delve into some twisted tales and eerie encounters

that lurk in the recesses of our collective nightmares.

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

I work for an organization that contains anomalies, written by, Darkly Gathers.

My breath clouds and I shiver as I make my way down the long passageway into the annex.

A young man, one of the new soldiers, opens the door ahead and holds it for me, standing to the side to let me pass.

I nodded him in thanks and step through. The next segment of the corridor is colder than the last,

where before there are only white walls and quietly bubbling cylinders of water,

there are now subtle and swirling mist down by our feet.

Frostlines the glass and the scientists in here are all adorned in thick coats and boots.

I zip up the front of my own coat and wish that I had done as requested and worn more layers.

The conversation between the scientists ahead of me is quickly frozen out, and soon the only

sound becomes the gentle backing breeze of the filters, the taps of our shoes against the ground

and the distant echo beyond the icy walls. In the next segment of the annex, the walls are littered the ice,

and the breeze of the filter, while still subtle,

is sharp and bitter against my skin, Arctic to the bone.

My place of work is dissimilar to most others.

We house objects here.

Supernatural are generally sensitifying items of particular anomaly. Objects that we cannot prove even originated in our plane. And down here in this

annex, we keep the ones that require a certain temperature. As we descend down a series of steps into the bluish

haze of the annex, I clench and unclench my fingers to encourage the warm blood flow.

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