"Leave me, Father," the man growled. But it wasn't his voice. It was a chorus—deep, guttural, and layered like three men speaking at once. "This body is a rented room, and I have paid the lease in screams."
They called him the Nightmaretaker because the children in town had the same dream: a tall man with hollow eyes standing at the foot of their beds, whispering the Lord’s Prayer backwards. It started subtly. The local priest, Father Albrecht, was called to the man’s small cottage adjacent to the orphanage. The Nightmaretaker had stopped eating. He claimed that the food turned to ash in his mouth. The Nightmaretaker- The Man Possessed by the De...
The priest attempted an exorcism on the spot. He splashed holy water onto the Nightmaretaker’s chest. The water sizzled like acid on hot steel. The man did not scream. He laughed. When the police finally entered the basement of the caretaker’s cottage in 1981 (following a noise complaint about "rhythmic hammering at 3 AM"), they found no bodies. What they found was worse. "Leave me, Father," the man growled