The Magic of Moodara -- page 1722
Freddy Kruger
We open on an old wooden bench and a mans grimy hands building what is
soon to be a gleming set of claws. The claws are moving now and on the
back lonley faces ready to laugh or scream in
teror.
Created by Arturo and Dustin on Jul 10 1998
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