The Boogeyman

Nouveau Jour

I sat in the garden quietly and guarded the path from the bushes. Even though the sun was shining, I felt like the whole world turned darker. It had the 1826's photography effect. Where the corners are darker than the photo.

I heard someone shout my name and I nearly screamed. I stared at the path and held my breath. There was man walking on the road, looking around for me. He had dark green jacket and peanut colored pants. His black leather oxford shoes shined in the evening sun. I watched the man walk past and call out my name again. I still stayed quiet and watched the flowers that had been planted at the start of the summer. The mysterious purple irises with the dreamy pastel blue hydrangeas. There was also gentle pink roses, with the scene breaking bright yellow callas. I glanced at the path, making sure the man was gone and I finally let out a big yawn.

I walked home on the cobblestone road. I didn't want to go home. Well I loved my grey french cat named Popov. He was my dear friend and loyal pet. He loved reading my stories. I wrote a lot about detectives and boys with superpowers. I dreamed to have superpowers! I was sad that I couldn't show my writings to my parents, and they said my little sister wouldn't never read such satanic stories. My grandpa usually threw something burning liquid on me, screaming: "Satan! Devil! Leave this boy be!" I hated my family, expect my sister, whose ear I whispered secrets to.