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During the Christmas holidays, the little children ate their sweets with excitement. Some even went ice skating on the large rink; it was a fun day for everyone.

But not for the king of nightmares: he stood with his arms crossed, observing all that happiness from behind what seemed to be a bubble, surrounded by scenes of those little ones and the other guardians.

• I could celebrate if my daughter were still alive here.

He murmured, now pacing back and forth

What do I do? Do I ruin all those happy faces or...?

The words of the king of nightmares hung in the air as a doorbell rang, and a child of about 5 years old appeared.

Her small body, trembling with cold, touched the heart of the king of nightmares. He wondered how it was possible that she wasn't afraid, when he was always the one who terrified them at night.

She asked no questions, instead she took care of him and above all made sure he had everything except for one forgotten thing.

• Go to sleep, I need to find someone.

The child obeyed, and the king of nightmares appeared right in your bedroom; his eyes scanned your home, finding a cozy and warm atmosphere there.