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

On this week's episode, we have four stories that I really think you'll enjoy.

The snow is falling outside, so let's cozy up by the fire and dive into a few of these stories.

As we drift further into Mr. Creep's mind.

If you hear the ice cream truck at night, do not go outside.

Written by Horror Junkie 1,2.3.

We had all heard the urban legends, heeded the warnings, followed the rules to a T, while most of us, that is.

Christian and I weren't like normal kids. We were always getting into trouble. From playing hooky to shoplifting to going on joy rides, we did it all.

We were without a doubt the most despised preteens in town. Little did we know that all that mischief would inevitably lead us to the worst day of our lives. God, I wish I could take it back.

People in my town were always very superstitious.

Not like, oh, you spilled the salt.

Throw a pinch over your left shoulder superstitious.

No, something happened here a long time ago.

Something sinister.

Something that still bears its burden on the townsfolk half a century later.

You see, back in the 70s, kids started going missing.

The disappearances always occurred at night, always, and always in the same fashion.

Parents would lock their homes down tighter than Fort Knox only to find the front door hanging

wide open the following morning.

The kidnappings were beginning to pile up at the same time that nightly reports of an ice cream

truck circling neighborhoods began to flood into the police station.

Every time the authorities were called, the truck would be gone when they had arrived,

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