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

With the holiday season in full swing, what better to do than cozy up next to the fire

and listen to some of your favorite stories.

So, let's not delay, as we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

I don't know how you'll receive this message. I don't know how you'll receive this message, but you need to wake up.

Written by Richard Saxon.

I don't know how you'll receive this message, but you need to wake up.

Those were the words that occupied my television screen.

Moments before, I had been watching an old Western movie with my wife sleeping peaceful in my lap.

It was just past midnight, which meant that I must have dozed off at some point,

as the last time that I had checked it had been just past 10, and work in the morning would

it be another exhausting adventure. But the words that had replaced the movie brought me straight

back to attention. The world you live in is wrong.

Wake up, Jack.

I sat frozen in my comfortable chair, momentarily forgetting everything that existed around me.

The name, as generic as it was, felt familiar, but it wasn't mine.

My wife let out a slight groan, probably dreaming something and talking in her sleep as she often did.

I considered if I had actually fallen asleep myself, if I was dreaming.

The only way to make sure was by letting someone else confirm what I was actually seeing.

Mary, honey, wake up, please.

I said as I gently shook her.

She looked so calm as if all the horrors in the world didn't matter as long as she was safe

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