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The Bulldog Chomped the Boogeyman

There is no specific appearance attributed to the horrifying Boogeyman, he may resemble Windico or diabolic Krampus; these creatures are spiteful and like to punish only the good kids. In my childhood he came around and hunted my longest nights and alone I started to tremble. The frightening Boogieman was after the young boys, he was as frightening as ghosts and gave goosy bumps; he stalked nice kids who tickled their little chubby bear at home when their mom was busy styling her frizzy hair. He came around dusk and peaked in laughing to spot beautiful children doing their homework by lamplight; with lots of whims on his mind he got ready to act, but he didn't know that the Bulldog felt no fright. He pushed the unlocked door and barged in, then every kid screamed and ran to the bathroom with a face of white wax; his groan was a thunder, brave mother swung the long ax... but the ferocious Bulldog attacked him without being afraid. The Boogeyman looked too confident, but was overcome by bites and profusely bled on the chicken floor, he was a defeated fiend; the watchful Bulldog made sure that he didn't get up and opened eyes: no mercy for such a monster, justice was done by the kids' best friend.

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