BoogeyMan

Creak, creak.
The sound of his footsteps approaching. I shut my eyes tightly, wanting to disappear into the bed.
Creak, creak...
He's right outside. I let out a silent cry. Another visit from the boogeyman.
His hands are on the door knob, he slowly turns it.
I feel his presence in the room. His breathing quickens, he's hungry.
I tense up to that familiar touch.
His handed violating every inch of me.
Tears start to spill but shhh don't want the boogeyman to know I'm awake. I lay here feeling empty, dirty but worst of all used.
He gets to his intention, slowly rubbing, grunting as he did it.
He's getting rougher.
This hurts.
Should I scream? Do something? No! It could be worst, right?
Skin on skin.
His fingers wet and slippery, his breathing quickens.
He tries to stick a finger where it didn't seem to want to fit.
I flinch.
He stops, I can imagen observing me, any sign that I could wake up.
Nothing but quietness, I lay there again motionless.
He caress my hair, giving me soft kisses. Whispering sweet nothings.
I want to ask him why? Beg him to stop his nightly visits.
But things have gotten this worst.
He stops touching me, I feel him moving around, shifting himself.
Flap. Flap. Flap.
A sound escapes his mouth, his breathing heavier then before.
I feel a hand on my thigh but he doesn't keep it there long.
Running his fingers all the way down until he reaches my womanhood.
Flap. Flap.
His rubbing is too rough. I shut my eyes tighter. This should be over soon.
He made the strangest sound.
The room is completely silent now. With one last kiss, the worst one.
A soft Peck to my lips.
He crawls away, back to where he came from.
I cry my eyes out, wondering what the next visit will mean.
A panic approaches , silent prayers calm me, but won't save me.
He will be back....