The Boogeyman Novels & Stories

“Really? Well, that word is the effigy. It’s an object that represents someone or something. Voodoo and magic often use dolls to represent people in magic ceremonies and stuff. Discovery Channel had something on effigies last Halloween.” “So, a doll. The blighter doesn’t like a doll, so they are waging war on us?” “I don’t know. What’s a boggart, and why is it living in the pantry?” Billy was going about his work while he talked to Eddie. “No one believes me, but they have infested this Inn for years with what you’d call a form of house fairies. Boggarts are handy to have around. But they are temper mental at the best of times. Nasty the rest of the time. But they protect the home and the pe

I asked him as he looked back at the living room's door then back at me. "Brother, their missing body parts. Someone ripped the couple's hearts out. Daemonium is missing his shaft and his balls while his wife is missing her uterus. I can not believe it. Someone just ripped it all out on purpose." He replied and my eyes widened in horror. I gritted my teeth and stepped out of the kitchen. I went back to the living room. I examined the bodies again. Because I did not know why, but I just could not come to believe what Hayden had told me.

The voice seemed to be shouting in my ear, “he’s down there, he’s down there!” But why didn’t he come out? I carefully recalled the difference between this time and the first time I came. I remember that the only difference between that time and this time seemed to be that my hand was pierced by wood chips, and then I threw the bloody wood chips into the lake. I remembered Alice saying that he would go crazy when he encountered blood. Maybe this was useful, although it is extremely dangerous. The beast in the growth period is when it needs a lot of fresh meat to accumulate fat energy.

I was starstruck with the beautiful, tanned man kneeling in front of me that I was rendered speechless. “Hey, pookie bug. I am back!” Belphefor reappears back in my room in a puff of black smoke and hugs the replica of me without knowing that it wasn’t. “What’s the—-AHHHHH! A BUG! I HUGGED A BUG!” The demon prince of sloth cries out loud and joins Leviathan on the bed. He even snatched the blanket from him, like it was going to protect him from whatever danger he saw. Mammon, Leviathan, Belzeebub, and I all stare at the shaking bundle of Belphegor’s form shaking inside the blanket. I turn to Belzeebub and point at one of their brother.

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had

“That’s not Lord Basille.” “It’s not…who is it then?” Ruben asked cautiously surveying the huge creature. “His Commander, Boglan.” . The demon, Commander Boglan, was looking around at them amused, taking in the hooded and tranced warlocks around the protective circle he was being held in. He was huge, standing nine feet tall and massive. Bare chested with a large battle axe and long horns curling up from his head he looked like he had just stepped out of a fantasy video game.

The cabin filled with screaming and at the 5th fingernail he shouted, “All right, all right please stop.” He continued, “Some organization is giving out 10.000-dollar rewards for anyone who can kill a wolf that is twice the size of a normal wolf.” “Which organization and why?” Noah asked. The man kept saying he did not know, and Dan had his fun drilling into limbs, ripping out teeth, and breaking bones but the answer stayed the same. Noah knew there was no more information to gain from this worthless bag of bones, so he took his head between his hands and snapped his neck.

I jump half out of my pants when I turn from the door and see Boot standing in my room partially hidden in the shadows. "What are you doing here?" From his expression it's something bad. "My son is missing. He talks about killing hellhounds all the time. His plastic knife is missing along with his bicycle." Fear seizes me. Hellhounds are the creatures of my nightmares, and the terror I feel at even the thought of being near them almost takes me to my knees. "He would go out alone to find them?"

Jaxson asked. "The kid was in love with that waitress. He heard her screaming in the back of the alleyway and I saw the killer... (sighs) He wasn't clear enough. He has a tattoo of a grim reaper on his right backhand and he's definitely a rogue..." Ethan further described the killer's wolf. "A rogue? But we have the highest border security on the island, plus any rogues that pass through our territory would have to have special clearance through me and Klaus." Jaxson explained.

Hope she has nightmares for a week. The walk home felt particularly strange. The old biddy behind the drapes wasn’t the only looky-loo Jeff saw. A tall, middle-aged man in a flannel shirt opened his door to retrieve a package from his stoop. Jeff passed, and the man waited with the package in his arms, watching until he turned the next block before going back inside. A child on a tricycle—too young to be out in a storm by herself, Jeff thought—stopped turning circles in the driveway and pointed. Though she didn’t speak, Jeff could see the word form on her lips: monster.