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It's late at night, but something is preventing a young girl from sleeping. But what exactly is that thing?
Word Count: 1151
Aren't You Scared?
The night, for those of an older age, hold only the perils of the knowledge of the coldness of reality. But to a child, like you used to be or maybe still are, well, the night is terrifying for a different reason.
It is twenty-seven minutes past midnight, and a child, like you used to be or still are, was tucked tightly into her bed, the covers up to her nose as she shivered in the not-so-quiet night. A noise had woken her up, you see, and now it was frightfully hard to go back to sleep.
The noise, you see, was this ominous creaking noise, almost like the breathing of a particularly large and frightful beast. It seemed to be all around her, but it was strongest beneath her bed, though she didn’t dare break the protective barrier of her blanket to investigate. All she could do was shrink down as much as possible, and hope that the breathing would stop as she tried to go back to sleep.
Closing her eyes, the poor thing trembled in fear as she tried to count sheep, but before she even got to five the flock scattered as a deep and suckering breath blew into her ears. Subduing a squeak, the child cracked open an eye, but there was nothing there, or, was there?
Opening the other eye, the young girl could almost sense something moving in the darkness, just beyond her big girl bed. She tried to look, and, it almost seemed like something was moving in the dark. So, summoning all of her courage, the child drew her mouth from her sheet so she could ask: “Wh-who’s there?”
The room was silent, save for the breathing from beneath the bed. The girl hid beneath the covers again, even though the presence in her room seemed to have vanished. Though terrified, the girl couldn’t help but feel a little mad that the intruder didn’t even answer back. In fact, she was mad enough to repeat her question. “Who’s there?”
The breathing paused, as if trapped in the throat of something, or someone, who wasn’t anticipating the question. “Isn’t it past your bedtime, girl?”
The young girl squealed as she hid under her bed, clearly not really expecting a response. “Yo-you woke me up” the girl timidly replied.
The darkness of the room seemed to twist and turn, the shadows lengthening towards the bed as the presence in the far end of the room seemed to appear. “Are you scared, girl?”
“N-no” the child squeaked fearfully.
“You don’t seem confident, girl. Afraid of the dark, girl?”
The girl didn’t reply, as she was meekly trying to pretend to sleep as the shadows crept towards her bed. “It’s rude not to answer someone, girl. And I do so hate rude children. Do you know what I do with rude children, girl?”
The girl shivered as that dark presence seemed right next to her bed, like some horrible thing was inches away from her bed. “I gobble them up for tea.”
That dreadful statement was spoken right into her ear, and, for a reason I could never fathom, the girl tossed away her sheets to face the monster threatening to eat her with her eyes open. The shadows retreated in a hurry, and once more came the breathing from the bed. “Why do you gobble up rude children?” the girl sternly questioned.
The breathing paused again. “I’m sorry?”
“Why do you eat rude children instead of making them behave? It seems dumb to do that” the girl explained.
The quivering shadows halted, as if perplexed by this turnaround. “We-well, I’m the Boogieman, it’s what I do” the voice hesitantly responded.
“My daddy tells me all about the boogieman, but I just think you’re stinky” the girl stated with rising courage.
“I may be stinky, but I am also terrifying. I scare and petrify children who stay up past their bedtime, just like you, girl.”
The shadows, refortifying, crept back across the room, coating the walls and even the starry night sky in blackness, with the full moon itself being eclipsed. “But you woke me up. You can’t punish me because of what you did” the girl stated.
The shadows were made to pause again, the eclipse of the moon halting in thought. This boogieman, for what it was worth, seemed utterly stumped by sheer childish stubbornness. “You aren’t scared of me?” it asked in a small voice.
“I’m mad that you’re trying to blame me for what you did” the child responded.
The shadows shrank back, the light of the night sky returning as their hold started to wane. “This is… unusual. You’re supposed to be afraid of me, why are you the one telling me off?” the voice indignantly questioned.
“Because you did a bad thing, you tell people off when they do bad things” the child explained, her fear gone.
“Bu-but I’m the Boogieman, I do bad things because I’m scary. You can’t tell the Boogieman off, because I do what I want.”
“You’re not scary, you’re just silly” the girl affirmed as she wrapped herself back in her blankets.
“Si-silly? You’re the one being silly if you think you can beat the Boogieman!”
“I don’t wanna beat you mister Boogieman. I only beat mean people, but you’re just silly” the child replied as she got cosy in her bed.
And the child rested her head on her pillow, her eyes closing as she got comfortable despite the agitated gnashing of teeth beneath the bed. “This is absurd! I’m the Boogieman, stop talking to me like we’re friends!”
“Are you lonely mister Boogieman? Do you not have any friends?” the girl questioned pointedly.
There was silence for a moment, and then an agitated, unholy shriek. Darkness poured from beneath the girl’s bed, turning the entire room, save for the bed, completely black. "BE̵̷͜ ̡S͢͡CA̷͞RE̢̡͡D͝ ̵O̶F̀ ̷̷͠M̵E҉!͝͞"
“Do you wanna be friends, mister Boogieman?”
“Aren’t you scared?” the voice questioned as it started to grow faint.
“No, I like you now. You were scary before, but now you’re just silly” the girl replied as she nestled into her pillow.
And then, something did scare her. The breathing, it was gone. Opening her eyes, the girl found her room completely normal. It was dimly lit, and she could clearly see the other end of her room in the pale moonlight. “Mister Boogieman? Where did you go? Why can’t I hear you?”
And from beneath her bed came a black clawed hand as thin as paper. Stretching out on a long black arm, it rose upwards above the bed, gently waving to the girl. Baring its claws it lashed out at the child, only to go through her as if the girl wasn’t even there, or perhaps, because it wasn’t even there. “Because… you’re not scared of me anymore” came the lonely reply.
.:Rated general:.Word Count: 1151
If you enjoyed the story, feel free to comment and fave, I'd really appreciate it.Aren't You Scared?
The night, for those of an older age, hold only the perils of the knowledge of the coldness of reality. But to a child, like you used to be or maybe still are, well, the night is terrifying for a different reason.
It is twenty-seven minutes past midnight, and a child, like you used to be or still are, was tucked tightly into her bed, the covers up to her nose as she shivered in the not-so-quiet night. A noise had woken her up, you see, and now it was frightfully hard to go back to sleep.
The noise, you see, was this ominous creaking noise, almost like the breathing of a particularly large and frightful beast. It seemed to be all around her, but it was strongest beneath her bed, though she didn’t dare break the protective barrier of her blanket to investigate. All she could do was shrink down as much as possible, and hope that the breathing would stop as she tried to go back to sleep.
Closing her eyes, the poor thing trembled in fear as she tried to count sheep, but before she even got to five the flock scattered as a deep and suckering breath blew into her ears. Subduing a squeak, the child cracked open an eye, but there was nothing there, or, was there?
Opening the other eye, the young girl could almost sense something moving in the darkness, just beyond her big girl bed. She tried to look, and, it almost seemed like something was moving in the dark. So, summoning all of her courage, the child drew her mouth from her sheet so she could ask: “Wh-who’s there?”
The room was silent, save for the breathing from beneath the bed. The girl hid beneath the covers again, even though the presence in her room seemed to have vanished. Though terrified, the girl couldn’t help but feel a little mad that the intruder didn’t even answer back. In fact, she was mad enough to repeat her question. “Who’s there?”
The breathing paused, as if trapped in the throat of something, or someone, who wasn’t anticipating the question. “Isn’t it past your bedtime, girl?”
The young girl squealed as she hid under her bed, clearly not really expecting a response. “Yo-you woke me up” the girl timidly replied.
The darkness of the room seemed to twist and turn, the shadows lengthening towards the bed as the presence in the far end of the room seemed to appear. “Are you scared, girl?”
“N-no” the child squeaked fearfully.
“You don’t seem confident, girl. Afraid of the dark, girl?”
The girl didn’t reply, as she was meekly trying to pretend to sleep as the shadows crept towards her bed. “It’s rude not to answer someone, girl. And I do so hate rude children. Do you know what I do with rude children, girl?”
The girl shivered as that dark presence seemed right next to her bed, like some horrible thing was inches away from her bed. “I gobble them up for tea.”
That dreadful statement was spoken right into her ear, and, for a reason I could never fathom, the girl tossed away her sheets to face the monster threatening to eat her with her eyes open. The shadows retreated in a hurry, and once more came the breathing from the bed. “Why do you gobble up rude children?” the girl sternly questioned.
The breathing paused again. “I’m sorry?”
“Why do you eat rude children instead of making them behave? It seems dumb to do that” the girl explained.
The quivering shadows halted, as if perplexed by this turnaround. “We-well, I’m the Boogieman, it’s what I do” the voice hesitantly responded.
“My daddy tells me all about the boogieman, but I just think you’re stinky” the girl stated with rising courage.
“I may be stinky, but I am also terrifying. I scare and petrify children who stay up past their bedtime, just like you, girl.”
The shadows, refortifying, crept back across the room, coating the walls and even the starry night sky in blackness, with the full moon itself being eclipsed. “But you woke me up. You can’t punish me because of what you did” the girl stated.
The shadows were made to pause again, the eclipse of the moon halting in thought. This boogieman, for what it was worth, seemed utterly stumped by sheer childish stubbornness. “You aren’t scared of me?” it asked in a small voice.
“I’m mad that you’re trying to blame me for what you did” the child responded.
The shadows shrank back, the light of the night sky returning as their hold started to wane. “This is… unusual. You’re supposed to be afraid of me, why are you the one telling me off?” the voice indignantly questioned.
“Because you did a bad thing, you tell people off when they do bad things” the child explained, her fear gone.
“Bu-but I’m the Boogieman, I do bad things because I’m scary. You can’t tell the Boogieman off, because I do what I want.”
“You’re not scary, you’re just silly” the girl affirmed as she wrapped herself back in her blankets.
“Si-silly? You’re the one being silly if you think you can beat the Boogieman!”
“I don’t wanna beat you mister Boogieman. I only beat mean people, but you’re just silly” the child replied as she got cosy in her bed.
And the child rested her head on her pillow, her eyes closing as she got comfortable despite the agitated gnashing of teeth beneath the bed. “This is absurd! I’m the Boogieman, stop talking to me like we’re friends!”
“Are you lonely mister Boogieman? Do you not have any friends?” the girl questioned pointedly.
There was silence for a moment, and then an agitated, unholy shriek. Darkness poured from beneath the girl’s bed, turning the entire room, save for the bed, completely black. "BE̵̷͜ ̡S͢͡CA̷͞RE̢̡͡D͝ ̵O̶F̀ ̷̷͠M̵E҉!͝͞"
“Do you wanna be friends, mister Boogieman?”
“Aren’t you scared?” the voice questioned as it started to grow faint.
“No, I like you now. You were scary before, but now you’re just silly” the girl replied as she nestled into her pillow.
And then, something did scare her. The breathing, it was gone. Opening her eyes, the girl found her room completely normal. It was dimly lit, and she could clearly see the other end of her room in the pale moonlight. “Mister Boogieman? Where did you go? Why can’t I hear you?”
And from beneath her bed came a black clawed hand as thin as paper. Stretching out on a long black arm, it rose upwards above the bed, gently waving to the girl. Baring its claws it lashed out at the child, only to go through her as if the girl wasn’t even there, or perhaps, because it wasn’t even there. “Because… you’re not scared of me anymore” came the lonely reply.
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