I've seen the enemy, and it's me. I've faced dark horrors before, things that live in the unimaginable pressures of the world beyond our own. Sometimes they masquerade as humans.
That's what ultimately lurks inside Mr. Scratch. He's every mean-spirited tabloid story about me, an evil cariacture, a creature formed in that vague territory of misconceptions, half-truths and the dark imagination of peopel who "heard a story about me". An urban legend made flesh. A serial killer.
My dark half, brought to life by the power of Cauldron Lake.
American Nightmare Manuscript Page - Observatory - The Genesis of Mr. Scratch
