I'm Your Boogeyman

October 31, 2013

A/N:  So, I saw Lucifer Season 3 Episode 11 last night. I definitely thought Amenadiel's outfits were... interesting. "Normal" man who's been robbed, window washer (seriously, he looked like John Coffey in that scene), and his dress/robe thing. Seriously, John Coffey's an angel, Amenadiel is an angel, and all I'm saying is that Tom Kapinos is totally a Stephen King fan.

You were horrified to sleep that night. When your clock turned to eleven fifty-nine P.M, your anxiety only got worse. You counted down the seconds until midnight, and when you heard the loud 'bongs' of the grandfather clock downstairs, you tightened the blanket around you.

The house went silent after the grandfather clock's helpful shouts. Well, for a few moments, anyways. 

There was a sudden scream from downstairs, and you bolted out of bed. You might as well have thrown yourself down the stairs with how elegantly you ran. Jason was close behind, 'running' just about as fast as you. 

When you reached the first floor, you rushed to D/B/F/N and D/B/F/W/N's bedroom door. You tried hard to open it, but it was locked tight. You banged on the door and shouted for them to open the door as they both screamed. Jason moved you out of the way and kicked the door open. 

D/B/F/W/N was dead. The bedspread, which was white, was now marbled with red, and her head had been posted on the center knob of the bedframe. Michael was currently hitting B/D/F/N with her leg. It appeared as if Michael had thrown the rest of D/B/F/W/N at her prior. 

You ran into the room, screaming. Michael turned suddenly and gave you a quick, hard shove, and you flew backwards into Jason. He fell down against the wall. Well, actually, he fell down through the wall. Blood flew out from his head, and judging by how his head was hanging, he was dead. 

You scrambled off of the legs of the now-deceased Jason and looked back at Michael just in time to hear a pained scream from D/B/F/N before it suddenly stopped. You froze; you couldn't move. You were just... paralyzed, suddenly. 

Michael bent down and picked up what was definitely the decapitated head of D/B/F/N. Michael moved his arm backwards and flung the head of your caregiver at you. 

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You sat up, covered in sweat. The clock read eight oh-two AM, and for a moment, you accused the clock of lying. 

"You're lying." You gasped, picking up the little clock. You checked to see if you had pressed one of the buttons in your sleep, but no. Everything was in place. 

You looked out the window, and saw D/B/F/N talking with a familiar face in the driveway. The familiar face looked up at you and waved like a happy little kid. 

"Sam..." You whispered, smiling.

You threw on some outfit and rushed downstairs, barely getting your shirt on correctly before opening the door. 

"Oh, hey, Y/N. How's you sl-" Jason began. He was seated at the counter, sipping a cup of iced coffee. 

"Not well." You hurriedly replied. 

"Oh. Do you know w-" 

"Nope. Talk later!" You called as you burst out through the front door. 

You saw Jason's confused face, followed by a shrug, as the door shut. 

"Sam!" You cried. 

"Y/N!" He smiled. "How've you been? It's only been, oh, just over twenty-four hours, but still." 

"I've been fine. Listen, I need to talk to you about something." You replied. 

"Yes, of course. D/B/F/N, is there somewhere we could talk privately?" Sam asked, turning to D/B/F/N.