• Another Friday night, and I’m doing the same thing I did last week; just typing away on my computer. Going through my tabs I have open, zoned into the screen, I fantasize. I wish for some real adventure. Every time I go outside, there is nothing to do. No matter how much I tried, reality was barely tweaked. I’m tired of this, and yet there is nothing I can do about it. It’s not like I’m some rich bimbo who can fly wherever I want to.
    No. I’m just a medium-wage paid eighteen year old girl. My hair fell a little passed my shoulders; but like usual, I just tie it into a messy bun in the back while allowing sideways bang in the front. My clothing style wasn’t, well, Normal. But I didn’t mind since my friends were the same as me. My attire consisted of Black and different dark color, normally red or purple. I would call my appearance Punk Goth, if you happen to ask me. I always had something skull related on me whether it was a bracelet, necklace, or part of the design on my clothing. Most assume I am satanic based on what I wear, but doesn’t matter cause I get a kick out of it.
    “Merow”
    I have always been odd, because I enjoy anime and manga. In high school, I was the president of our anime club and would strut it to the world. But I liked other things to, I wasn’t always into anime. I had a life. I partied, I went the mall or movie theaters; but because I liked anime I was considered weird.
    “Merow”
    So here I am, sitting in my house in front of my computer on a Friday night. Friends are at work, so I am stuck home, with nothing but my two cats, Bebe and Alice.
    “Merow”
    “What?!” I screamed as I spun my chair around to face my cat. Bebe looked up at me as she continued her constant screaming. “Ugh!” Was all I can get out as I got up, opened the lower draw in my kitchen and pulled out her kitty treats. “Is this what you want, you fat lard?” I asked as I threw a few treats down. It took less than five seconds for the cat eat them. Raising her head a little, Bebe meowed for more. “Oh no, you had enough. And you better not punk Alice for her treats either.” Giving a couple to Alice, I went back to the computer and started to zone into the screen again. “What am I doing with my life?” I asked out loud to myself.
    “Hmmm what indeed?” Said a voice behind me. It sounded like a man with a British accent, but how can he be in my house. Without even turning around, I began talking to the shadow. “So, are you a burglar or a murderer?” I questioned as I scrolled through my Facebook.
    “No I am the boogeyman.” He simply stated, with a matter-of-fact tone.
    “Oh wonderful. I am hearing voices and morphing them into the boogeyman. Yup. I have officially hit the crazy limit.” I laughed. Boogeyman? If he was real, why would he be at my house watching me surf the internet. Nothing entertaining about that.
    With a cough he chuckled out “You can see me?”
    “Well if I turn around I might be able to. But I really do not want to chance it.” I said as I began watching videos on youtube.
    “And why is that, my dear?” The unknown man said with a voice that made me shiver with delight. He’s voice alone sound sexy, I wonder what he looks like.
    “Because If I do flip around, and you are real, I’m going to flip my s**t. No one wants a stranger uninvited in there house. But if you are not real, then I am crazy and am talking to a voice in my head.” Taking a deep breath, my curiosity got the better of me. Might as well turn around, and come face to face with the killer, I assumed. Quickly standing up, I pushed my chair back did a rapid twirl. In front of me was a man that looks about mid-twenty, skin that looked exactly like charcoal, while his eyes were a pure gold. His hair was jet black, matching his long robe.
    “Boogeyman my a**.” I said as I continued to inspect him head to toe. “You don’t look very scary. I pictured to be more…well…not attractive.” Smiling, he showed off his jagged teeth. “How ‘bout this?” He asked, hoping that some fear would seep from me. “Nah. You remind me of Grell Sutcliff. Except he is all about red and being gay, while you are about black and creeping on children. ***** most people say.” I joked out. He gave me a killer death glare as he began to rant about the difference between the nightmare king and a *****.
    “I give nightmares, which causes fear that I live off. ***** are creepy people who want to do indecent things to children.” He explained.
    “Do you like there fear?”
    “Well…Yeah but that is beside the point.”
    “No…you like to give children creepy dreams so that you can eat their fear. If you need fear, go after adults.”
    “Adults are stupid and will try going insane. Children will ride it off as a bad dream and go back to sleep.”
    “So you prefer children?”
    “Yes.”
    After catching him off guard, his face gave a dark shade of pink as he stuttered, trying to re-explain how he wasn’t a child lover. “I’m just yanking your chain ‘boogeyman’. I understand completely. Young people are easier to frighten, but they do not have any power to start something. So, calm down.” I gave a smile as I walked over to my couch and sat down. “Now, please explain to me why you, the boogeyman, are in my house.” Tilting my head to the side, I gave him questioning eyes.