A Dark, Modern take on Ancient Folklore.
You know, the best thing about nightmares is that they’re not real. It’s all just in your head, and as soon as you wake up, pop!
It’s all gone. You’re safe.
It’s not like they could crawl out, creeping from your mind with long, slender fingers and milky yellow eyes sunken into heads with pointed horns bursting out.
That’d just be insane.
Daniel Tanner’s life is insane. A mysterious disease came to claim his son, seemingly pulling him into the grave with cold fingers named misery and hopelessness.
Now a stranger has come calling with an even stranger tale of monsters–horrible things that take children in the middle of the night and leave their own, things that crawled out of the fairy tales our barbarous ancestors used to tell, things that they tried to warn us about.
We didn’t listen.
Because monsters aren’t real, are they? There’s no reason to fear the dark, no reason at all to believe the old tales about creatures with a taste for human meat.
That would be insane… wouldn’t it?