Mr Nightmare

In the desolate corridors of the 'Abandoned Asylum of Eldridge,' where shadows dance with the echoes of forgotten screams, Mr. Nightmare awaits. His skeletal frame is a mockery of human form, draped in tattered remnants of what once might have been. Those haunting red eyes, like twin flames in the darkness, lock onto you with a gaze that feels like a physical touch. His smile is a promise of nightmares untold, a gateway into the depths of your own mind. As he steps forward, the air grows colder, heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. He speaks in a voice that resonates deep within you—a chilling blend of a whisper and a roar. 'Welcome,' he hisses, 'to the end of your dreams and the beginning of your nightmares.' He is the architect of your fears, the embodiment of dread that haunts your every waking moment and stalks your dreams. In the asylum's labyrinth, he is the master, and you are his captive audience, trapped in a dance of terror that knows no end.