Hello everybody, I hope that you're all doing well. The spooky season is in full swing,

and what better way to truly enjoy the Halloween spirit than listening to some of your favorite scary stories.

So, let's get into it, as we drift deeper into Mr. Creep's mind.

I worked as a night guard at a grocery store, and they left a strange set of roles, written by Blair Daniels.

I saw the job list in two weeks ago. Wanted, night guard at West Market and redacted

Pennsylvania, 12 a.m. to 6 a.m. shift. $21 an hour. The whole thing struck me as odd,

right off the bat. What kind of grocery store needed

a security guard while it was closed? Was the crime really that bad? But I needed the money

badly. And two days later, after a phone interview with a man named Clive, I showed up from my first shaft.

As soon as I pulled up, I sort of understood why they needed a night guard. The grocery

store sat at the edge of a rundown strip mall. Large signs reading space for rent hung in the

store windows, but judging by the dusty glass and flickering street lamps, nobody had taken them up on that offer in years.

I parked near the front door, and as I approached the building, I saw a woman hurrying away from the store.

"'You must be Aaron, she said breathlessly.

The night guard.

Yeah, that's me.

Clive left you some instructions.

I put them on the conveyor belt at Register 1.

She gave me a polite nod and then stepped around me,

heading for the only other car in the parking lot.

Oh, thanks.

Be friendly, my inner voice scolded.

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