Boogieman II Date Saturday, April 20, 2024 - 04:53 AM PST Topic Oogie Boogies She was a naughty little girl, I heard her mother say, and oh those words…like over-aged wine across my cracked and wicked lips. Such sweet terrible words, more precious to me than blasphemy. Crack those fingers, just enough and grind my ragged, jagged fetid teeth….click, crick…snap. Mmmm yes, the taste of it, of just before….exultant. Tip that hat to a jaunty angle, you beautiful creature you, and smile proud with your dead-cat, button eyes, smile brightly yellow, my boy. Open the door, just a hair at first, and breath out barely a whisper. That’s right, let your finger linger, just a sweet spider-webbed second in view, then in a blink, pull it back into the shadow. Its an art my beloved, the oldest of professions, despite what they say. Timing is everything, and for such a naughty girl you must be nothing but perfect. Loom, and preen…stalk forth, with a two-step hop. It’s dance o’ best and first, a beautiful dance only ever seen but once, but what a sight…ah such a sight. Open the door, and wait for the breath, then glide…over rotted carpet and across tattered dead-skin moonbeams. Stop for a second my sweet, hide behind the cobwebs, but only just enough. Show those teeth, those proud and desperate jaws…rusted steel and metal mouthed, hissing roaches and squealing bats, all this and more are reflected in their tainted shine. And there she is…my naughty little girl. So sweetly pretending, so frantically ignoring. She knows I am, for I am what I am. But so valiantly she tries. Wait for the wind, my every nightmare manifest…wait for that still-born breeze to brush the curtains, and dance in step to the song of the night. All I need, all I have ever wanted…is her scream, that first, astonished, violated and manifested sound. I am the man in the hat, the thing in the closet…and I have come for my pound of flesh. Loom, and stand next to her bedside, raise those hands, those terrible wretched things and press over. Swallow her shadow raw, and all you have to do is stare…with unblinking hungry eyes…frog-footed, fog-bright eyes. And stop! It’s there! Fear! Gnawing, spitting, rancid and audacious! It stares! It glares and waits! Oh darling hunter, to be violated so brutally. Wrenched from your rightful possession, taken from a disparate mother’s obviously unwanted child so harshly. Nail’s on slate, glass-powder to the eyes…such a crime! Oh such a crime! See it there! So small, little outlaw. Tucked between her tasty arms, clenched tight…see it patiently and hatefully waiting. What cruel joke! Felt is it’s flesh, as darkness is yours…see it’s teeth, not unlike your own proud jaws…but rottenly flaccid and soft. Green little thing, in the form of dead dragons…with bones and organs of cotton and cloth. Hideous little abomination, but so strong…so hateful. Hiss you…hiss in outrage and suffering, but quietly. Naughty little girl…who gave you your protector? Retreat o’ best beloved…retreat, with hate and curses on your black cracked lips. Little black haired girl, hold him tightly…as long as you can. For when you forget him…I will be upon you once more. Until then, wait…wait, and we are a patient people…you are mine, your own mother told me so, and we can wait for you for a very….very long time. This is scary and creepy and possibly not for those that arent over being molested. Please, please please be SURE you want to read something scary before you read this. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=492