Lisa

A long time ago, I used to have nightmares. Horrible, ghastly dreams that tormented me night after night. Sometimes I would wake, sobbing, drenched in my own icy sweat beneath the sheets. My father would comfort me, and the night terrors would retreat for a time.

As I grew older, I stopped calling for my father. I braved the desolate and broken dreamscape on my own - gibbering in fear and terror as my mind was preyed on by the most indescribably awful of creatures. Unlike most peop...

Are you telling me you have a frikking WORD LIMIT? I HATE you, site.

By the way, the whole Jeff the killer thing was a joke Also, I'm not one of those fanboys of it, I just know the story exists.