Every nightmare you ever had has been because of me. I stay behind the scenes, directing your worst fears like they were my marionette puppets. I can take your worst fears and make them ten times worse. I'm the keyholder of the door that sits in the back of your mind. The door through which lies a thousand questions you never dared ask. The door I use every night to make you scream in horror as you sit up in bed, clutching the pillow close to your chest.
But don't be too frightened. The monsters won't disobey me. Just stay close to me and don't worry about those shadowy figures that are stalking us. It's all in fun.
So who am I, you ask?
I'm the boogeyman. The monster under the bed. The creature inside the closet. I'm everything and nothing.
I'm The Creep.
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