Constance La France Poet Haibun

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The Boogeyman Who Lived In My Closet

     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

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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
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Written for the contest, Boogeyman
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron

Second Place

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Joanna Daniel June 3, 2016 at 2:51 AM Congratulations on your placement, Constance:)

Brian Davey June 2, 2016 at 7:42 PM Congratulations on your placement with this tale of every childs thoughts when we ere young, I hated the closet!

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores June 2, 2016 at 6:51 PM Congratulations Constance on the placement of the contest

Duke Beaufort May 26, 2016 at 7:12 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 May 28, 2016 at 12:34 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 May 26, 2016 at 4:46 AM Great haibun:) You seem to write so effortlessly:) Really impressed:) Constance La France May 28, 2016 at 12:35 PM Jo, when it comes to these types of themes, I think I do well, as I am a natural born storyteller . . .

Cheryl Hoffman May 25, 2016 at 7:07 PM Brings back a lot of bogeyman sleepless nights! Scareeeee!:) Constance La France May 28, 2016 at 12:37 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 . . .