This post was written for the Weekly Writing Challenge. This week’s challenge was to write from the perspective of someone else. Being a lover of all things dark, I chose to write from the perspective of the boogieman.
Searching
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All I want is a friend, but everywhere I go kids run away screaming, or cry for Mommy or Daddy. I’m usually so quiet that they shouldn’t even know I’m there, but somehow they almost always wake up. I don’t know why it happens so much, but it does. I almost always hide when they wake up. I wait as patiently as possible for an opportunity to sneak back into the closet. Sometimes I have to hide in the toy box for hours before that chance comes. Have you ever been inside a toy box? It’s dreadfully cramped in those things, especially when they’re packed with toys with jagged edges. The worst, though, is when they leave Legos on the floor. I can’t tell you how many of those I’ve stepped on. I remember how much easier it was to get in and out before those horrible things were invented.
There’ve only been a couple instances, very few and very far between, when a child hasn’t been scared witless by the mere sight of me. Those were the ones I became friends with, but sadly they’ve all grown up. Each of those special children holds a dear place in my heart. Unfortunately, there comes a time in every child’s life when reality must sink in and they suddenly become an adult. When that happens, I fade into obscurity rather quickly and they’re left wondering if I ever existed at all. That’s why I’m always popping into the rooms of random children. Most people assume I get my jollies scaring the young humans, but that’s not me at all. I’m just searching for a friend.
January 28th, 2014 at 9:01 AM
😦 poor guy…..I never considered his point of view.
January 28th, 2014 at 9:08 AM
It’s a terribly sad tale. Monsters have feelings too, you know.
January 28th, 2014 at 9:09 AM
Now I know and will be more supportive.
January 28th, 2014 at 10:06 AM
Poor Boogie Man…I wonder if he was cursed to be this way. I’m afraid I was one of those children who ran away…I used to literally jump out of my bed when I was little, because I was afraid something might grab my feet from underneath. This may be because I had a little brother who did exactly that on occasion…
January 28th, 2014 at 1:25 PM
I had my bed spaced strategically near the door, so I could turn the light on and off without my feet ever touching the ground.
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January 28th, 2014 at 7:06 PM
Poor misunderstood Boogieman…
January 28th, 2014 at 9:58 PM
I never would have expected him to be a big old softie. Who knew?
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February 2nd, 2014 at 12:39 AM
Poor boogieman! 🙂 I loved this alternate view. Cryptos have feelings too! Thanks for participating in this week’s challenge! 🙂
February 2nd, 2014 at 11:37 AM
Thanks, Rara. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I had fun with this challenge. It’s always interesting turning things on their head and looking at them from a different angle.
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February 3rd, 2014 at 2:04 PM
Nice little story, will be reading more of them…