I am the true source of evil in Collinsport. The hands that made me long dead, stained with blood. All of the others, the Angeliques, the Petofies, the Zacharys, the Diablos are merely my pawns.
I slink, I slither, from home to home, bed to bed, sofa to piano, from parallel time to parallel time and not a single one of the fools is the wiser to my dark influence on their pathetic lives. They blithely lay me out. Or tuck me around their loved ones. All the while my poison seeps into their souls.
I am the Collinsport Blanket.