14 parts Ongoing MatureMy Dad always told scary stories about the Bogeyman. How he creeps in the night, feasting on naughty children's souls. Those stories seemed so real, so detailed, it was hard not to believe him. When I got into trouble, I lay awake waiting for this monstrous creature to emerge from the darkness. In the morning, when the sun shines through my curtains, erasing the night from my room. Nothing.
My older brother and friends picked on me for thinking such a thing existed. I tried to research him, find something that spoke the truth. I wanted to prove I'm not the crazy one, that the fear deep in my bones was real. All that led to was dead ends.
As I got older, those stories seemed to get less and less haunting, more childish. Movies, TV shows, joked on the name 'Bogeyman'. I couldn't shake the feeling inside that there was more. Something deeper, more thrilling than the monster hiding under your bed. Piercing red eyes and a sinister smirk, waiting in the Shadows.
He doesn't thrive off of children....but adults.....who is more sinful than adults? Lying, cheating, abusing, drinking, lustful adults. They are what fuel his world, his kingdom, his power. The fear, shame, embarrassment, desire, those are the souls he craves, needs.
What if he is like you and me?
Or
What if you made a deal with him?
