The stuff nightmares are made of.
My children... From the very beginning, it was the children who gave me my power. The Springwood Slasher, that's what they called me. My reign of terror was legendary. Dozens of children would fall by my blades.
Then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands. When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me, I became something much, much worse: The stuff nightmares are made of.
The children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams, and that's when the fun really began.
Still, a few rebellious teenagers decided to make things difficult. They thought they had discovered how to get rid of me for good. How, you ask? Well, let's see now.
First, they tried burning me. Then they tried burying me. But this... this is my favorite: they even tried holy water! But I just keep on tickin'... because they promised me that. Who? What do you mean, "who"?
The dream people! The ones that gave me this job. In dreams... I am forever!
You know what I think? I've been away from my children for far too long.
Citizens of Gaia... You are all my children now.
Welcome to my nightmare.
You are all my children...
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