Frightmares "Under the Bed"

I didn't want to go to bed. No one understood why. Nobody but me believes in the boogeyman, but he's here all right. I don't walk barefoot in the dark, and if I do my toes never go under the bed, even when I'm climbing in. He's got wings, you know; black ones with ugly holes. His hands have sharp fingernails and he said he'll scratch me if I don't be good.

My little brother sleeps with mommy when he's scared. But they told me I'm too big to be afraid of the dark anymore. But I am. I used to cry when I had to go to bed, but I don't anymore. I hide. I pull the covers just under my chin and close my eyes real tight. When I pretend to sleep he leaves me alone. When I cry, he comes out from his hiding place under the bed and looks at me. It's dark in my room, but I can always see his eyes because they shine.

I'm scared. But I'm glad he's under my bed. There are scarier places he could hide than under there.


	I didn't want to go to bed. No one understood why. Nobody but me believes in the boogeyman, but he's here all right. I don't walk barefoot in the dark, and if I do my toes never go under the bed, even when I'm climbing in. He's got wings, you know; black ones with ugly holes. His hands have sharp fingernails and he said he'll scratch me if I don't be good. My little brother sleeps with mommy when he's scared. But they told me I'm too big to be afraid of the dark anymore. But I am. I used to cry when I had to go to bed, but I don't anymore. I hide. I pull the covers just under my chin and close my eyes real tight. When I pretend to sleep he leaves me alone. When I cry, he comes out from his hiding place under the bed and looks at me. It's dark in my room, but I can always see his eyes because they shine. I'm scared. But I'm glad he's under my bed. There are scarier places he could hide than under there.
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