Der Krampus Ist der Boogie Mann... 5/10/18

I am not one of the usual tale tellers and this 'Anglitch' you talk is not my talk. But I found this site and emanated through to the place where you are so I might tell you things. A new danger stalks your reality... and old entity, though one not native to your world. It has been seen in the mountains of what your kind calls 'Europe'.... The ancient tribes of the icy north know it. Their children are regularly devoured by it... if devoured is the right word. Old folk doddering home in the windy darkness disappear into its maw.

Oh, it has many forms, or rather there are many ways you mortals imagine it. To some it is the gnawing void silently following in the shadows... the whisper of the trees.... the wet, clammy suction of the mud.... the clawed, gnarled hand reaching out to dig into your flesh and grab hold.