

Epilogue for The BoogeymanFive years after the story, I was starting 6th grade, living a fairly normal life. The dreams had stopped…until now. He came back…. Same dream as always, but the hall was about full with wraith-like faces attached to the bodies of the victims. It was a blood fest. I was a little wiser then and I realized that the two people in the kitchen were Time and Death, but they didn’t fight because they didn’t stand a chance…neither Time nor Death was a threat to this…this…..monstrosity. On the walls were written, in the blood of my loved ones, “You’re next……”Epilogue for The Boogeyman


The BoogeymanThe Boogeyman! The name still strikes fear into me, creating visions of bloody screams, and eternal echoes, for in my childhood, my life become a hellish nightmare filled with shrieks of the imprisoned. He is the creator of nightmares, destroyer of dreams. He is every kid’s fear, and my greatest, for he had an ally in my very home. Father. One brilliant morning, a young lad crawled out of bed. I started off the morning just like any other, some Cocoa Puffs with a spot of orange juice, enough to keep my motor going for quite a while (Until lunch –The Boogeyman


I wonder...What it would be like if I took the chance... If I had just dived in... If I hadn't been scared... If I had been stronger... If I hadn't shed that tear of blood... If -he- wasn't there... If she was with me.... If I had noticed before..... But it's too late now, Every night spent biting my lip... Biting for something deep... But all that ever comes out is blood... Vacant blood, It no longer means anything...not when the heart is this damaged, If God is on my side, and he is The Creator, Then why did he create -him- If Reincarnation is not an idea,I wonder...