The boogeyman is real.

The sharp teeth, razor claws, and beady eyes staring at you in the dark. Under your bed or in your head, the boogeyman is real. 

You heard the creeks and the small shuffles at night, tucking you toes under the covers in freight. Your eyes shut tight, hoping to just make it through the night. You fight to calm your mind, giving in and opening your eyes, finding an empty room. Soaked in near darkness,  small beams of light shone though from the moon, you prayed for sleep to take you soon.

A great big boom and you’re up again, eyes wide open, looking for a what may loom in the dark. The boogeyman is real, you can feel the hairs on your neck stand. Your heart quicken pace, your chest constricted by a tight metal band. The boogeyman is real, up the end of your bed creeps his evil little hands. Above the covers, up to your uncovered head. Eyes closed tight as his faces hovers above your own, ready to bite. A drop of saliva falling down your cheek, his breath fanning you jaw. When your eyes pop open once more, you don’t even know what you saw.

The clock says four and you’re shook to your core, sitting up and looking around, not a living thing is to be found. Touching your cheek, your body feels weak. A dropping feeling in the pit of your stomach as you cover your head with the sheets, forcing yourself to sleep. The boogeyman is real. Under your bed or in your head, the boogeyman is real.

-AuthorAAJ