Boogeyman Stories Novels & Stories

he yelled stomping his feet on the floor. "Charles I don't have the time for your stubbornness, I have work to go to and your going to make me go late." She said slightly irritated. "Mama I don't want to go, can I just stay home with nana? Please" he begged pouting his lips. "No, be a good boy. Do you know what happens to boys who don't listen to their mothers and act all stubborn?" She asked and he shook his head. "They are visited by a creature who doesn't like stubborn children, his name is Bogeyman he is very scary. He will take you away, do you want that?" The boy shook his head and began eating his food not wanting the the creature to visit him.

"No. And you cut me off again. I'll explain just once, so listen- so I can get back to telling you the whole story. Owlignus is their specie, they are shapeshifters but mostly owls. They are witches, old witches, and we all know ancient witches are very powerful. They feed on owls, which is weird because of what they are, but legend has it that they get their powers from owls, so every Friday night, they feast on owls. They are evil, of course, and they are good too. Just like human beings, some of us are kind while others are sadistic. And Akwanisis is a title for the chosen one, the most powerful of them all, and Generosasis, she was." "That's a not-so-beautiful story, so you mean shapeshi

I say as I pull away from the hug relieved that he isn't a stranger. "Guys! It's Roxy," he tells the others who relax a little bit. "I didn't know you were coming," Boogie says. Vic looks confused, his mouth is agape and his eyes are moving from me to Boogie. The Boogie man, that's what they call him around here. He's huge and his voice is like thunder itself. "Roxy, what's going on? Who are these people and how do they know who you are?" Vic whispers beside me, his hands are still up above his head.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

He hadn’t had to kill a witness for a long time. Mostly they could rely on general disbelief in the supernatural and, in the Pacific Northwest anyway, Big Foot stories. One of the Oregon packs had made it a hobby to create Big Foot sightings ever since the damage one of their new wolves had done to a car had been attributed to Big Foot. “The student said some crazy old man with a knife jumped out from nowhere and told him to run,” said Brian. “So he did.” Toby absorbed that for a minute. “A crazy old man who happened to be there

“It depends on who you ask. I’ve come across Zander, Mr. Stone, Sandman, and Gargoyle. Mostly The Sandman.” “That’s priceless,” Al said. I slapped the table. “Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about, The Boogieman and The Sandman?” “We have our little street names. I embrace mine, while Zander, The Sandman, tends to hate his nickname,” Al explained. “Zander can make most breeds fall asleep, except for Demons.” “And people call you The Boogieman why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

Then there were the two goblins and a bodach, sitting at the table nearby. A bodach is a nasty male fairy whose pastimes include stealing human children. This particular one was old-man-thin with sagging, jaundiced skin and bulging, cloudy, blue eyes. Eyes which he set on us with shocked glee. Conri started to growl and stepped forward while Tiernan pulled his sword, but I went between them, held up a hand, and blew harshly across my fingertips.

“Let’s see. Often when someone needs something, it magically appears when it’s needed most. For instance, a guest is eating ribs and runs out of napkins. They go to stand and find some more, but when they look back at the table, there’s a fresh stack there, but no staff or guests have passed to leave them. Hmm, we will later find doors that are open closed and sometimes even locked, as if some watchman had done their rounds.” “What about knocking or banging? Have you seen the ghost? Shadow people?” Jody shook her head. She was not going down on paper sounding like a nutcase, even if they accepted it in this town. “Oh, go talk to Eddie. I believe he’s battling something he calls a boggart in

Seth placed a hand against Bogo's neck, drawing back slightly in surprise. "Floridia bewitched me...sent me to lure Dirk to them," Bogo managed to say between labored breaths. The pain was overwhelming, and resisting the vampire's spell was draining both him and his wolf, leaving them weak and on the brink of death. "Please, help us," Bogo implored, desperate for their assistance.

“I think one might have wanted to, but he got scared off by the second. It was the second one that looked at me funny. It was like it was protecting me?” Ash tilted his head. “Go on.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. You hear things, right? I just wanted to know if you knew anything.” Ash swallowed. “Well, there have been stories recently of strange beasts wandering in the night. I always assumed it was the football team messing around.” It was so odd that both Ash and Soren had mentioned stories of strange beasts. I hadn’t heard anything, not even through the rumor mill at the restaurant. “And the fog,” I said softly. “It just all seems so strange.”