It had been a number of months. The shadow man had been traveling to this camp night after night, leaving more powerful than he when he came. He had discovered it by accident, really. Chasing a stray Nightmare through an uncharted wood caused him to come upon a clearing.
He wouldn’t have given it a second glance if he didn’t happen upon the sleeping children that slept within it. It was perhaps, the easiest meal Pitch had come across in quite some time. Knowing this, it wasn’t at all hard to believe when the Boogeyman had returned for the fifth night this week.
Slithering through the shadows, the Nightmare King traveled to each and every tent, not leaving a single child with pleasant dreams.