The Boogey Man

As I lay in bed filled with fear of the unknown and what I was not able to see on one thundering night. The covers glued just beneath my eyes. Wanting to pull the covers over my head, I was not able to as the suspense was eating me up. I flinched at every sound or moving shadow from the large birch tree outside of my window. I kept telling myself ’’ I am safe. Nothing could possibly hurt me inside of my own home’’. If only I could bring my self to believe this. The sound of branches crackling in the harsh autumn winds, and The odd assembling of several large crows upon the long naked skeleton like branches, created a horrifying shadow, almost as if the shadow formed the figure of a man. I froze in terror. It felt as if the crows were all staring right at me. It had a very supernatural sensation to it. Once again I attempted to convince myself ’’I am safe. Nothing could possibly hurt me inside of my own home.’’ I was probably just scaring my self, putting together nonsense thoughts up in my head, or was I? I could not seem to shake this inhumane presence that lingered in my room. My bed started to tremble, almost as if it’s stomach was rumbling. I clenched the covers tighter and tighter, peaking out with one eye.