The Boogeyman Novels & Stories

“I can reach what you locked away.” I step before my mirror. My reflection smirks back, eyes glowing purple, skin humming with dark energy. ‘Now, mortal one,’ the mirror whispers inside my skull. ‘Return to the crypt. Take the mandrake roots. Brew the potion. Drink deep. Strengthen yourself. On the night of the Blood Moon festival, you will awaken the Dark Fives, witches of Ramleigh’s most ancient coven. Together, you will lay waste to Gerald and the wolves of Silvaton Ridge. The land they stole will burn.’

Then I continue to search the clearing for a sign of the monster. Suddenly in the distance we hear an ear-piercing scream and we hear the loud footsteps of what can only be our first monster. It must have caught something because when it appears it has a large brown bag thrown over its shoulder and the bag keeps thrashing about. When the monster reaches the only log in the small clearing, it drops the bag into the ground. Then it sits down on the log and watches the bag with a hint of amusement. I look at Ash and whisper

I growled. This only caused the girl to break out into a fit of giggles. Rocked her head back from the force of it. “He might be your mate,” She said once she composed herself enough. “But he is also the fucking boogey man. Do you really think a few humans can do him in? He has more blood on his hands than in his veins." She explained, light still dancing in her eyes. I scoffed. Felt some of the weight seep out of my shoulders.

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo

“If that’s what you want, sweetie, so I can come eat your eyes out later . . . ” She stomped and to her surprise, Bob flinched. “No! No more lies, Bob! You can’t get anybody else because if you could, you woulda left by now! So no more! You can’t hurt me, because I said no. You can’t touch me! “Leave! Me. ALONE!” Bob threw back his triangle-shaped head and roared. He swelled into a rippling mass of nightmarish muscle, a man, lizard, and a snake—something ancient, primal, and evil.

She tried to open her mouth but words never formed up. Never in her life had she heard someone saying something like that to her. Felix didn't say anything to her, he instead taught her. That was a lesson in itself. She knew very well what he meant. When a dog riding elephant barks at the king of the forest. Here, she represented the elephant and the dog represented the entire management of Paranormalities. The elephant is the one who is blamed for supporting the dog with its capability. Meaning ~ She was the one who'll always be blamed for supporting Paranormalities in spreading the phony content and footage among the public and making them believe that shit.

"We didn't--. Wait! We played the séance board game before." "Ouija boards?" "Yes it is." "Oh no! Trust me, you guys are dealing with something really bad." "What do you mean?" Rebecca's words scared me. "That board is no ordinary board game. It summons evil beings from another realm. If you summon someone or anything from the spirit realm, then it's the same as opening their portal to our world. Anything can come out of there. It wasn't what you expected at all. Beverly, you and your friends can't handle this on your own. You need help!"

Megan had her mouth opened and fear radiating from her pores. Why would they have to drink vampire blood? *Babayigha ; Boogeyman

“I don’t know what I ever saw in you or why I ever came here in the first place.” Kathy chimed in, “You do realize why Bohdan is an inmate here don’t you? He used to kill women for sport. He’s known as Bohdan, the Vampire Ripper. Don’t expect that zebra to change his stripes.” Bohdan shook his head in disgust. “There are nine of us in this metal trap, if we give up two females, in let’s say twenty four hours, that could buy us enough time to be rescued. I think that’s a valid trade.”

I hear heavy footsteps as I dart into the hallway, my feet skid across the floor. I have to look; I have to know. I turn my head. And my body collides with the doorway. I am staring at a ghost. A ghost stalking across this cabin, who used to haunt my nightmares. But he looks very much alive and real to me. The rogue who raped my mother, murdered my parents, marked my face, kidnapped me and my sister from all we ever knew, murdered innocent people who got in his way, and put us through days of hell, stands barefoot, dripping mud on the rug near the front door. Bale Fangman is now more animal than man in all ways.