I Believe in the Boogeyman

The Start of Many Nightmares

Pitch returned again the next night just as you were getting into bed. He watched as you pulled back the covers and slipped into your bed, pulling the sheets over yourself. He waited a few moments until he saw the faint rise and fall of your chest, indicating you had fallen asleep.

Pitch smirked and carefully opened the window before quietly entering through it. He closed your window and approached your bed. He looked down at you as you slept. Because you had just gone to sleep, it was too early for any signs of a nightmare such as restless movements or heavy breathing. Pitch reached for your forehead anyway, deciding to take the chance.

When he appeared in your dream, he was disappointed to find out it wasn't a nightmare. He watched from the shadows as you sat in a field of flowers, a smile on your face while you picked the plants.

Pitch scoffed and rolled his eyes. "How lovely." He commented dryly.

He watched you for a few more moments before growing bored and slowly making his way towards you.

So much for a natural nightmare.

You were completely unaware of any other presence as you happily picked flowers and placed them in a pile. You stopped when you began to reach for a flower only to find shadows slowly engulfing the area around you. When the shadows reached the flower you were reaching for, it wilted. You gasped and jumped up as the flowers around you began to die, the shadows growing closer to you. You franticly looked around, but saw only shadows. As you started to panic, you heard a dark chuckle.

"Did you miss me?"

You shivered at the voice before slowly turning towards it, freezing when you saw the piercing yellow eyes and Cheshire smile.

"I know it's been a day or two since my last visit." The shadow continued. "But I couldn't visit you just once."

You only stared, your heart racing.

The grin turned into a smirk. "You're frightened of me."

Your eyes widened and you quickly shook your head. "N-no! I-I'm not!" You insisted.

He laughed. "No use hiding it, my dear." He cooed. "I know your fears. And I'm flattered, really." He took a step towards you, the rest of his figure finally becoming clear to you.

You saw a tall, slim man in a long black cloak of sorts with pale gray skin and pitch black hair. And those yellow eyes...

"W-who are you?" You demanded shakily.

His smirk widened. "Why, you know who I am, dear. You even spoke my name." He gave a faux frown. "Or have you forgotten me already?"

You blinked. "It really is you..." You muttered. "The Boogeyman."

His face seemed to give off a sign of...relief? But it was gone as soon as you noticed it.

"So you do believe in me." He commented.

You were quiet for a moment. "I...I guess?" You answered.

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Why?"

"Uh...I-I don't k-know..." You stammered, backing further into the shadows. "I've always believed in Santa and the Easter Bunny. A-and recently I-I decided that if nice things can exist, then why can't the bad things, like the Boogeyman?" Your eyes widened. "N-not that y-your bad, or anything!" You said hurriedly.

He didn't respond, though your nervousness did amuse him. "You believe in Santa Claus?" He asked.

You nodded hesitantly.