The Boogeyman Who Lived In My Closet

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When I was about eight years old we lived in an old house. It had three stories plus an attic and like any old house it had creaks and groans. At night the house seemed haunted. Well, it did to an eight year old with a vivid imagination. Anyways, I was totally convinced that inside my closet lived a boogeyman. He was the vision of terror, but I had never actually seen his face. Sometimes he hid in corners of my room or under my bed. I had heard all about him from other kids. He was a devil, who carried children away in the night to eat them. My parents said it was just a shadow but I knew he existed. I would hug dolly and teddy, trembling. But he never ate me, because I am here telling you this story, but he could have .. . . tall man with claws and pretty sure he had fangs- never saw his face Well no, Daddy, I never saw the claws or the fangs or his face. But trust me Daddy, he is in the closet! Nooooo, don't open it! Okay well he heard you talking and went away, but he will be back, trust me on that. Goodnight Daddy, leave the door open and LEAVE the hall light on. an evil laughing creaking of my closet door- s c r e a m i n g for daddy _____________________________ May 25, 2016 Poetry/Haibun/The Boogeyman who Liven In My Closet Copyright Protected, ID 16-794-931-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. For the contest, Story Poem Contest sponsor, Carol Eastman First Place ______________________ Written for the contest, Boogeyman sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron Second Place

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Joanna Daniel

Date: 6/3/2016 2:51:00 AM

Congratulations on your placement, Constance:)

Brian Davey

Date: 6/2/2016 7:42:00 PM

Congratulations on your placement with this tale of every childs thoughts when we ere young, I hated the closet!

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

Date: 6/2/2016 6:51:00 PM

Congratulations Constance on the placement of the contest

Arthur Vaso

Date: 5/29/2016 5:05:00 PM

ahhhhh Broken Wings, this is so lovely, the poem and your voice!

Duke Beaufort

Date: 5/26/2016 7:12:00 AM

Cute, I can believe you really did experience these or similar feelings as a child. They are always with us on some level. There are so many things that happen, and our discomfort comes through in different ways. I had similar feelings as a child. My fear was the "trouver" which was a robotic thing that would wonder around and come after me while I was in bed. Ugh! For years I couldn't sleep well. Haven't thought about it for a while, but it was a result of things that happened.

Constance La France
Date: 5/28/2016 12:34:00 PM

Duke, thanks for the cute, I was a cute kid with a vivid imagination, I had nightmares about mickey mouse too... odd eh ! I can image that robot thing was pretty darn scary to a little kid...

Joanna Daniel

Date: 5/26/2016 4:46:00 AM

Great haibun:) You seem to write so effortlessly:) Really impressed:)

Constance La France
Date: 5/28/2016 12:35:00 PM

Jo, when it comes to these types of themes, I think I do well, as I am a natural born storyteller . . .

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 5/25/2016 7:07:00 PM

Brings back a lot of bogeyman sleepless nights! Scareeeee!:)

Constance La France
Date: 5/28/2016 12:37:00 PM

Cheryl, I guess all kids have these scary thoughts, I also had dreams of bambi and his mother dying.. and would wake up weeping and wailing for my mother...my mother refused to let me read that story book anymore . . .