The Nightmare Man

 

Every night the Nightmare Man stands in your room and rifles through your dreams, all the while smoking cigarettes made of your hair

and toenails. You’ll never see him, but night after night he’s there, watching you.

Categories: 2013

Andrew Jack

I'm a writer out of Christchurch New Zealand. I've never met a vile creature or hideous monster I didn't love.

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