I Delivered Pizza to a Village That Doesn't Exist. Someone Was Waiting.

Two large pizzas. A $60 tip. And an address that led straight into a state forest. The customer didn't give me a street address. Just GPS coordinates and one strange instruction:Leave the engine running. Don't call. Lower the pizzas down. If you enjoy creepy narrations, true scary stories, and chilling late-night horror content, this one will keep you on edge until the very end.Chamber Number 13 brings you horror narrations every week. Turn the lights off. Turn the volume up.