There I was, shivering in my bed. sitting on it, as i saw the smirk on the shadowy man, of 17 years he looked like, yet the story he told me claimed he was almost 200.
I don't know how he entered my room, "crawled in from under your bed" said he, never removing the horrid smirk of his.
From a town of monsters in hell he told me hew got here, where he was king of the shadows and monsters that scare children, the boogeyman and ghouls, as well as cloth-monsters and more he claimed of his command, and that on nights he would go with them and scare children away.
He had a nimble, funny nature, contrasted by the dreadful words and deathly jokes he said, he laughed at people being burned alive, but the story of his life he told me was the most horrid ever.
I don't have the remaining sanity to tell you the full, but at simple ages of 2,4,6,8 and 10. he stripped naked a nurse, glued his father's hair pushed her sister down a well, buried his brother alive, cut the fingers of a mailman, glued his father's hair, burnt her mother alive, took the family fortune and kicked his father out of the house, and assisted his funeral after suicide only to makeup his face and laugh. and of none of those treachery he cared a dime
He laughed in a most dreadful way on every one of those deaths, and I'm sure that in those 200 years of his he has killed and laughed at many more people. "my jokes were funny, until one of those killed someone" he claimed at the point in wich he pushed her sister down a well "then they were HILARIOUS" and laughed extremely hard
Then, a shine of luck seemed to strike me, as my dad entered the door, claiming who the hell he was, he said that the adults finally came to ruin the fun, a crow landed on the window of my room as he turned to my dad.
The crow flew to his hand, then turned into a revolver, and shot my father in the head.
He then proceeded to throw my mother of the second floor. and laugh at their bleeding corpses.
