The Boogeyman
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We lived in a home near
the edge of the woods.
Old wooden floors would
creak with every step.
One night when I was
home alone with only our
German Sheppard dog,
Shep, to keep me company,
The boogeyman came calling.
He was dressed all in black
with a hood covering his head.
I had already retired to bed.
I lay there awake in the dark
Thinking of a myriad of things
I needed to attend to next day,
As I flipped over from left to right
I saw that boogeyman leaning
In close, right over my face.
I am ashamed to admit that I
Screamed like a little child, then
Quickly drew covers over my head.
Now Shep didn't bark, which I
Found really quite strange, and
I lay there very still barely breathing.
I listened to hear steps on the floor,
But the house was quite still.
After about fifteen minutes I got
Brave enough to slowly uncover.
The boogeyman had vanished
Without a sound or evidence left.
He scared the daylights out of me!
I called Shep over and made him
Sleep with me, holding onto his
Paw when he tried to creep away.
The boogeyman never returned,
But I never forgot his chilling visit.
May 27, 2016
A True Story
Boogeyman Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Sixth place
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016
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