I started getting requests from people to make more. Since I now had a set pattern, I was able oblige swiftly. I did so innocently enough at first, but it wasn’t long before my nightmares told me the truth of what I was doing. Every doll that I made, every sweet little nightmare I created, marked the ones who received them. In my dreams I saw him stalking them.
I was spreading his plague.
Why didn’t I stop?
At first I was in denial. I tried to tell myself that they were just dreams and I was probably just creeped out by the stories I had read about him
Then he started appearing while I was awake and my denial turned to fear.
There was another reason why I continued to work with him, but I’ll come back to that later