Wolfy
What is real? Few of us can say, locked in this miasmatic home that they call the Gatehouse. This is where dreams and horrors go to die. However, they never can die, really... So they come here, to torment those poor mortal souls trapped here on accident. I have faith, in time that all of us shall become horrors, too.
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