A/N: So I basically just wanted some cute little something with Bughuul because he doesn't get a lot of fanfic attention lol. Was hoping Sinister 2 would give him some more hype, but alas... doesn't look like it, sadly. This is going to be like 5 chapters long. Possssibly an epilogue, wouldn't count on it. Also my first fanfic, so apologies if it's sucky. I've written and rewritten this like 52,000 times haha.
The child woke up screaming again, the third night in a row.
Her mother ran in, holding her almost-hyperventilating daughter to her chest. "Shhh, shhh. It's ok. You're ok."
Her father walked in, a concerned expression drawn on his face. "This is the third night-"
"Not now, Isaac," Sasha sharply whispered. Isaac knelt beside the bed, resting a comforting hand on his daughter's back.
"Ensley, honey, what was it?" Sasha asked, stroking the shaking child's hair.
"It's alright, mommy." Ensley felt some force not her own was willing her to hedge. She wouldn't say. She couldn't say.
"You can tell me, Pumpkin." Her mom saw in her eyes that something was bothering her.
"I'm alright." Ensley moved out of her mother's embrace, and back to the warmth of her covers. "I'll be ok."
"I hope so, Sweetie," Isaac replied. Ensley smiled up at her dad. Her mom kissed her goodnight, flicked the light off, and left.
Ensley turned into her pillow, noticing a tall, dark figure in the corner of her room. Moonlight slightly illuminated an eyeless, mouthless face framed with long, dark unkempt hair. He wore a suit with a long overcoat, giving him a clean, regal appearance. He didn't scare or intimidate her, for some reason. She immediately was drawn to him with a childlike fascination.
Only eight years old, Ensley Harper proved to be more difficult than he'd expected. Innocence, yes, but fear...fear was a key player. Using fear or insecurities to lure his prey to do his bidding. But this one? She had neither. The child's eyes snapped open again. "Don't you have anyone else to watch?" she said suddenly. She knew who he was. Her brother Mason was obsessed with the string of murders spanning decades in the past. Another roadblock. He stepped towards her bed, her eyes glistened in the light.
"Not right now, young one," a deep, more soothing than chilling, voice said in her mind. "But you also do not know my intentions."
Ensley got out of bed and slowly walked towards the figure, who towered over her, more than a regular grown-up. "You the boogeyman?"
"That is what children - and uneducated adults - call me, yes."
She stared at him in awe, as if she was in some type of trance. "You gonna hurt me? Mason says you make kids kill people. And then you kill them. I don't wanna. I love my family."
"I know you do, child. I have no such plan in mind for you." he told her. That settled it, he thought. This one wouldn't be the food or sacrifice he would need.
"Then... why are you here?" Ensley asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily. He picked her up gently, and laid her back into her bed, placing her blanket over her. She reached her hand out to touch his, for some reason. She looked up at him, a questioning gaze over her face.
"One day, you will understand." In a nanosecond, he was gone. Ensley sighed. If he was the same one haunting her dreams, why was he so nice? Maybe he wasn't "haunting" them, so much as simply appearing in them? Too late for "big thoughts", Ensley thought to herself. She yawned and nestled into her covers, slowly falling asleep.