The Boogeyman
For some, the boogeyman is merely a fairytale of a creature that hides under their beds. For me, the boogeyman has never been so kind to hide under the bed, but rather he has made his home inside my head. My boogeyman isn't made of fairytales, instead he is pure fear. My mother told me there were no such thing as monsters yet the boogeyman is here. He sleeps in my bed, whispering sweet nightmares to me, and creating terrifying imagery in my head. By far the most terrifying words of all he has told consisted of two simple words..."I do."
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