They're everywhere. Bars, grocery stores, churches. No matter the time, no matter place. And the moment you finally thought it was safe to leave the house, there they were. This time, let 'em have it. This time, let the world know who they really are...on The Creepbook.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Stan

Old man that lives below me. Drinks alone in the dark, and only comes out after he's polished off a bottle of Jack. Often seen meandering around Roscoe's late at night and has a strange obsession with overly painting things.

Chicago, IL

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