Oct 8, 2026 · 36 min · 6 segments
*Spring Creek (starts at 1:40)* \*\** Written by: Cyndi Gradel and Narrated by: Megan McDuffee \*\** Content warning: child death \*\** *The Scarecrow of Black Hollow Farm (starts at 19:32)*…
Hi, I'm Megan.
Firstly, thank you so much.
I really love this town, so I hope you like my story, Spring Creek.
Halloween was always one of my busiest days.
I was just finishing up my final order when I got a call from Mrs. Wexler.
She asked me to deliver her cupcakes because her ride never showed up and she needed them that night.
I was reluctant to do it because I always spent Halloween watching scary movies and talking on the phone with my sister, but I felt bad for Mrs. Wexler, so I told her I would.
Spring Creek had a small downtown area where I opened my shop the year before.
I was lucky because I had the only bakery in the area.
There was one at the Walmart off the interstate, but their cakes were not even close to the quality of mine.
Most of the 800 residents lived near downtown, and the rest were spread out on nearby soybean farms.
Mrs. Wexler's place was five miles outside of town.
I had been out that way a few times, so I was pretty sure it wouldn't take long.
The streets were quiet when I left the shop.
Back home, there would've been kids in costumes racing from door to door for candy.
I was still adjusting to the lifestyle in Spring Creek.
Nobody went trick-or-treating.
They just had parties at their own homes.
I thought it was because the houses were so far apart, but my realtor said it was because of the tragedy that happened back in the '90s.
Everything quieted after I got through the residential part of town.
I passed a few storage silos and a couple of abandoned sheds, then it was strictly farmland leading up to Betty Wexler's place.
She had an old house that used to be attached to a working dairy farm.
She sold off most of her land, but kept the old two-story house that sat at the edge of the land near the road.
Hi, I'm Megan.
Firstly, thank you so much.
I really love this town, so I hope you like my story, Spring Creek.
Halloween was always one of my busiest days.
I was just finishing up my final order when I got a call from Mrs. Wexler.
She asked me to deliver her cupcakes because her ride never showed up and she needed them that night.
I was reluctant to do it because I always spent Halloween watching scary movies and talking on the phone with my sister, but I felt bad for Mrs. Wexler, so I told her I would.
Spring Creek had a small downtown area where I opened my shop the year before.
I was lucky because I had the only bakery in the area.
There was one at the Walmart off the interstate, but their cakes were not even close to the quality of mine.
Most of the 800 residents lived near downtown, and the rest were spread out on nearby soybean farms.
Mrs. Wexler's place was five miles outside of town.
I had been out that way a few times, so I was pretty sure it wouldn't take long.
The streets were quiet when I left the shop.
Back home, there would've been kids in costumes racing from door to door for candy.
I was still adjusting to the lifestyle in Spring Creek.
Nobody went trick-or-treating.
They just had parties at their own homes.
I thought it was because the houses were so far apart, but my realtor said it was because of the tragedy that happened back in the '90s.
Everything quieted after I got through the residential part of town.
I passed a few storage silos and a couple of abandoned sheds, then it was strictly farmland leading up to Betty Wexler's place.
She had an old house that used to be attached to a working dairy farm.
She sold off most of her land, but kept the old two-story house that sat at the edge of the land near the road.
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