I do not own anything about Supernatural… you know the drill. Well here's a new story. So enjoy.
Believing is Seeing
The oldest fairy tale in the book… a child's most common fear of the night. We know it to be called the boogeyman. He is that of which hides beneath the bed and behind closed doors. A creature shielded by the darkness and lives in the shadows, only to lurk till its pray falls into a deep sleep for its moment to attack. There are many variations of the beast. Some say it is a man, others a girl, sometimes the story differs so much as to say it does not hide in your room at all but scratches on your windows at night. It is said that it holds a large bag, such as the infamous Santa clause, that he uses to throw bad children in. The funniest of the stories is said that if you have a wart, it is the thing that gave it to you.
They say this myth was made up long ago by worried parents, a way to keep their children from misbehaving and wondering off during the night. A folklore created to scare the children into behaving with a threat that if they do not, the boogeyman will come for them. There are many names given to this monster of the night, such as Xoxan, Homem do saco, Torbalan, Bobaroga. This legend is traced back as far as mankind can remember. It is believed to be a false myth created to do nothing but scare little ones. But what happens when people start to believe too much? When you hear those scratches on the window at night? When you see that dark figure lingering behind your closet door? It may have been made up with no intent of it becoming real, but somewhere along the line… the story took a form of its own…
"Good night mommy."
"Good night mommy."
"Good night Jessica, good night Luna bella." With the flick of her wrist a very young looking mother turned the light switch on the wall off. Leaving her two little girls alone in the dark of their room.
The two little girls laid there in silence after their mother shut the door. Their room consisted of two twin size beds separated by a small pink nightstand, two dressers on either side of the room, both pink. It was a typical little girls room, the theme was set for a princess. Pink dressers, pink night stands, pink quilts. On each twin size bed was four tall posts that draped pink curtains on the top, connecting all four stands with the cloth. At the foot of the beds were where they stored their toys, each storage box decorated like a treasure chest. The youngest girl slept closest to the door leading to the hallway, while the oldest slept next to the window on the other side of the room. Across from the nightstand that separated their beds was their closet. The closet door was left slightly open.
The eldest girl was seven years old, she had tight golden banana curls that as she got old would eventually fade into a light brown wavy mess. Her skin was the color of a fading summer tan, her eyes large with the hopes of a happy fulfilled life. It glistened with the light the moon spilled into the dark room. The youngest was barely even four years of age. Like her sister she possessed the same curls, the same skin, but differed only that fear hid behind those eyes. She was the spitting image of her big sister, practically twins if it wasn't that they were born three years apart. But something bothered the little one, making her uneasy. The oldest could sense her fear.
"Jessica, what's wrong?" The oldest sat up sideways, putting all her weight on her left arm to keep her erect.
"I'm scared." Jessica dug her head under her quilt and hunched down in a fetal position.
"Of what?"
The little girl paused before requesting a favor from her big sister.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Jessica, mom will get mad if she finds you sleeping with me again. Its been a week since you slept in your own bed now what are you so afraid of?"
"The dark."
"There's nothing to be afraid of the dark about."
"Not just the dark Luna Bella, what's in it."
"Well… what's in it?"
"The boogeyman."
"Jessica I told you mom only told you that story to make you behave."
"Luna its real I know it's real!" The little one finally brought her head back up from under the blanket. "I saw it last night! It was going to take me."
"Is that why you ran into my bed last night?" Jessica didn't respond, instead she put her head back under the blanket. "Jess, there's no such thing as the boogeyman. He's fake."
"No he's not, he's real and he's going to come and get me tonight."
"No he wont! Would you stop this, it's a lie, there's no such thing. Mommy only said that so you'd stop putting playdo in the bathtub drain."
"Luna I saw him I really did."
Luna bella decided to stop arguing and play along. She had school in the morning and already had gotten in trouble for falling asleep at her desk thanks to her little sister keeping her up all week.
""Fine, I believe you . Just go to sleep okay?"
"But he's coming for me. He said so."
"If it makes you feel better I'll stay up and watch you. I'll keep him away if he comes for you."
"Promise?"
"Promise." Luna bella crossed her index and middle finger behind her back. "Now go to sleep."
As soon as Jessica fell asleep, Luna bella laid back on her pillow and began to nod off. Seconds later she heard a screechy sound from the window which jogged her from her sleep. She stared over at her window only to see a small tree branch rubbing up against glass, creating that scratchy noise.
"There's no such thing." She reminded herself. She too was persuaded when she was Jessica's age to believe in the boogeyman myth. But when nothing happened to her after her continuous bad behavior she came to realize it was nothing but a lie. She laid on her side facing her sleeping sister and dozed off into a deep sleep.
She dreamt of her and her friends at the school playground, playing freeze tag and hanging from the monkey bars on the jungle gym. Her friend Samantha was the one it, tapping people into a frozen state. Luna came up behind a friend, gently stroking there shoulder as to unfreeze them in this child's game. One by one she unfroze them until she reached her sister. Her sister always tagged along with Luna and her friends. When she came up and brushed up against her sister she came to an abrupt stop. Her sisters touch was ice cold.
"Jess, are you okay?" Her sister stood there frozen. "Jess I tagged you your not frozen anymore." Jessica turned her head to face her. Her eyes were gone of all life. Luna stepped back and froze as if Samantha had tagged her during the game "Jess what's wrong?" Suddenly they were no longer at the play ground but in a dark room.
"You promised." Her sister reminded before collapsing to the floor. Luna ran to her little sister as to catch her but had no time. The floor beneath her sister turned into a bed. She laid there soundless as if dreaming but Luna felt a strange urge take over. Something is wrong. Luna found too was on her own bed across from her sister, exactly where she had fallen asleep. But this time it was different, something tall and dark was hovering over her sisters sleeping form. "Jessica!" Luna jolted up from her bed, breaking her nightmare. When she turned to face her sister she saw it. It was taller then her father, only a black shadow in the darkness. It made the room smell like the garbage her father forgot to take out from the week before. Her eyes lit up with shock and terror and she stood still. Her body and mind screamed for her to move, to get her sister away from it. Jessica! Wake up! I have to do something. It took all her might to jump off her bed for her sister. The beast lifted its head at the sound of a little girls feet hitting the floor. Before Luna could reach her sleeping sister the monster reached down and grabbed the little girl, waking her from her slumber. Luna had just reached Jessica's bed when the beast grabbed Jess off the bed and out of reach. For a quick second Luna could see into its eyes, see its horrible face, and smell the rotting flesh on it. Despite the fear building up inside her Luna ran after the thing for her sister as it rushed over to the closet door.
"Luna!" her sister cried reaching a hand out for her to grab. The sound of her fearful sibling made Luna pick up her speed. The beast ran into the closet and turned to face Luna's small running body. Inches away from the closet the door slammed shut in Luna's face. She grabbed tightly onto the knob and turned it as hard as she could.
"Jessica!! Jessica!!" The small seven year old slammed her body into the door several times. "JESSI-"
Luna's yelling was interrupted by a bright yellow light that suddenly entered her room. Her mother and father had rushed out of bed and swung the door open at the sound of their oldest daughters scream. Luna kept slamming into the door ignoring the pain it was inflicting upon her fragile body. Her father rushed up behind her and grabbed the sides of her arms. Stopping her from hitting the door with her body and twisting her to face him.
"Luna bella! Calm down, calm down." He gripped her tightly in a hug and pushed her away, still holding her by the arms.
The little girl began sobbing, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I fell asleep."
"Where's Jessica?" Her mother asked while starring at the youngest girls empty bed. Her father released his hold on her and ran to her mother. They both ran out the room and searched the upstairs and downstairs floor, yelling out Jessica's name. Luna on the other hand turned her attention back to her closet door, kicking and trying to push it open. Her father came running back upstairs to attend to Luna as her mother called the police for a missing child.
Her father grabbed onto her once again and this time with worry he shook her, "What happened to your little sister? Where's Jessica!?!" He yelled in her face. His breath smelled of freshly smoked Marlboro cigarettes.
"He took her daddy he took her."
Her father's eyes swelled with tears and discomfort. Someone took his little girl.
"Did you see what he looked like? Did you see anything?"
"Yes daddy."
"Who, who took her?" He asked.
Her mother joined them in the room with apprehension and stood at the doorway.
"The police are out looking for her, oh Jack I hope she's okay." Tears rolled down her mothers face but her father paid no attention to her. He was to focused on getting an answer from Luna bella.
"Who took her?" He repeated.
"He took her dad… the boogey man."
So many children believed in this common folklore. Some people say believing is seeing. That if you believe hard enough you will begin to see things, things even your worst nightmare wouldn't imagine.
So what happens to a child that believed and saw? What happens to the innocent soul that saw such evil take one of their loved ones? What happens to a girl who could have had the perfect life when something so dear was stolen from her? What becomes of such a person?
Stay tuned and you might find out. R&R PLEASE.