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I will love my child this time

I am an evil mother, for I burdened my child with all the responsibility; my torment and my resentment.. The beautiful child who could not smile, grew up in pain and violence.. The traitor of the Empire, "Ayan de Altan," was executed in the public square... My child, whom I never looked at throughout the twenty-five years, never, smiled sadly and said arrogantly on the day of his execution: "I do not care for this Empire's hatred of me, for I never desired your good feelings. So here I am, being executed now to rid you of your final chains. The last Altan monster is executed; Altan will be erased from existence." Ayan was executed, but the pain and sorrow remained in my heart. Years after my son's death, I went to his grave and took a small bottle of purple poison, remembering what the seller said... ["It is a very harmful poison; it makes the one who drinks it suffer greatly, as if their body is being torn apart. Madam, is there someone you want to kill with such brutality?!"] I took a deep breath, opened the bottle cap, and poured it into my mouth. "I am the one who deserves to die in pain." I felt the poison starting to tear my body apart. I began to gasp and ache, tears burning in my eyes. "Ayan, I am sorry, my little one. If time could go back, I would have given you love instead of resentment. I would have held you more, told you that you are the best child in the world. I... I didn't hate you. I burdened you with my hatred for myself and my helplessness... my child, I love you, finally."
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Compendium of Creeps,Chills,and Cryptids

"Welcome, mortal... do leave your sanity at the threshold." Before you lies a meticulously curated ossuary of human dread-a global registry of the things that haunt the periphery of our vision and the darkest corners of our collective subconscious. From the whispered rituals of the ancient world to the digital demons of the modern age, this Compendium serves as your guided tour through the geography of the nightmare. We spare no soul in our quest for the uncanny. Within these pages, you will encounter: The Ethereal & The Avenging: Seek the crimson reflection of Bloody Mary or the weeping specters that linger in the ruins of history. Maritime Mysteries: Walk the silent, salt-crusted decks of the SS Ourang Medan, where a crew was found frozen in a final, wordless paroxysm of absolute horror. Urban Legends & Modern Maladies: From the hooked-handed killers of lovers' lanes to the hitchhikers who vanish into the midnight mist. The Cryptid & The Corrupted: Track the clawed footprints of the Mothman, the Jersey Devil, and the insatiable hunger of the Wendigo. This archive is a living entity, and it hungers for more. I, your humble curator, have gathered much, but the darkness is vast. Have I overlooked a phantom that haunts your own doorstep? Is there a local legend from your ancestral soil that demands recognition? I implore you to leave your comments. If an urban legend has been missed or a particular monster deserves its moment in the moonlight, speak up. Your contributions are the lifeblood of this monument to the macabre. Enter freely, read by candlelight, and remember: To name the darkness is to claim power over it. But be warned... the darkness is listening.
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