A cat was meowing at your door, a black one, that didn’t have many features. Strangely enough, it seemed like it was wet, soaked, even though it wasn’t raining.

You opened the door and stepped out, calling for the cat. But the animal melted away, and the goop exposed Nightmare, who was a vampire, ready to strike. You instinctively stumbled back into your house, and he tried to follow you, but stopped, unable to enter without permission.

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