(1)-He's Not Real.

In the middle of the night in the suburban neighborhood of Haddonfield, Illinois, inside a house, 8-year old Tommy Doyle, wearing a black button-up pajama shirt, laid in his bed in his dark bedroom...thinking about the Boogyman. A monster his Dad had told him about back in 1974 when he was 4 years old. A creature that kidnapped children from their homes and took them back to it's home-world called "BOOGYLAND" where they remained forever. Tommy's Dad's father-his late Grandfather-had told his Dad the story about the Boogyman when he was 3 to scare him into behaving. According to his Grandfather, the Boogyman was a creature that abducted children that were naughty, but his Dad didn't mention any of that when he told the story to him for the first time. His Dad told him the story just to scare him.

And it worked.

Because ever since then, the boy had been terrified of the monster...had nightmares about it...and lived in fear that one day...he would be the next kid that would be taken by the creature.

Tommy then noticed a figure standing in his dark room. A tall shape, to be exact. He quickly reached for the lamp on the night-stand by his bed, revealing his black button-up pajama shirt to have long sleeves with stars and planet designs on it. He turned on the lamp, revealing the figure to be just his robe and some of his pajama clothes in his old little white rocking-chair. Seeing that the figure was just clothes, the 8-year old turned the lamp off. But as soon as he did, however, a big, dark, tall shape appeared in the room. This was the Boogyman, no doubt.

Tommy always knew the Boogyman and all other monsters were afraid of lights and that was why he kept a lamp in his bedroom. He then pulled the covers back and got out of bed, revealing himself to be wearing black pajama pants with the same designs that were on his pajama shirt, and he was barefoot. Tommy went over to his closet and just stared at it, wondering what could be on the other side. After all, there were only two places in his room the Boogyman could hide. Inside his closet...or under his bed. The 8-year old slowly reached for the closet doorknob and placed his hand around it. All he had to do now was open it.

The boy turned the knob, and after a moment's hesitation, he opened the door, revealing nothing inside except for his clothes on hangers. Tommy then closed the door back.

Tommy's lamp then fell off the night-stand and broke, startling him, as well as making the room dark again. The closet-door then opened behind the boy and he turned to see it was no longer closed. Hushed back over to his bed, got in it, and pulled the covers over his entire body. Through the covers, he could see the shape from earlier-the Boogyman-approaching him. As the kid looked on in fear, the monster made it's way over to his bed. Tommy always knew this night would come. He always knew the Boogyman would come for him one day no matter what he did to try to prevent it from happening. Accepting his fate, Tommy watched as the shape reached out for him. The shape pulled the covers off of Tommy and...
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A sweating Tommy gasped as his blue eyes shot open.

"Hey." Said Tommy's Dad, Ronnie Doyle, standing over him at the side of his bed. He had brown hair and his eyes were brown. "What's going on?"

Tommy stared at his Dad.

"Well?" Ronnie asked.

"He's here." Tommy said.

"Who's here?" Ronnie asked.

Tommy continued to look fearful. "He came out of the closet."

"Tommy, nobody's here. What are you talking about?" Ronnie said. He then noticed an all too familiar fearful expression on his son's face. "Oh...him." He said. Dad then sat on the side of Tommy's bed. "Tommy...it's just a story. Okay? He's not real."

The assurance didn't change Tommy's fearful expression, which was strange. In the past, whenever he thought the Boogyman was under his bed or in his closet, he would sleep with his parents in their bedroom. And that made him feel safe. He felt like that provided him with some form of safety and security. After all, the Boogyman couldn't get him if he was with his parents. But that safe feeling didn't hold up at all tonight for some odd reason.

"Well...let's look around, shall we?" Ronnie said. He got off the bed, then got down on his hands and knees and looked under the bed and found that nothing was there. "Nope." He said before looking up at his son. "Nothing under there."

Tommy then pointed at the closet.

Ronnie looked at the closet and then back at Tommy. "Oh. Okay." He said before standing up and then going over to the closet, followed by knocking on it's door. "Hello?" He called before opening the door and looking inside, only to see Tommy's clothes. He turned back to his son. "Nope. Nobody home. Just us."

Just then, a dark shape appeared in the closet behind Ronnie and yanked him into the closet, with the door slamming shut afterwards.

"(Gasps)!" Tommy gasped in shock. Did that just happen? Did he see what he thought he saw? Did the Boogyman take his Dad? There was only one way to find out. The 8-year old fearfully got out of bed and walked towards the closet. However, he was soon stopped in his tracks as the closet-door flew open and his Dad fell out on the floor face-down. He was then yanked up to the top of the closet-doorway and slammed around it until he was dropped onto the floor face-down again. Tommy stared in shock at the scene wide-eyed and his father was dragged into the closet, with the door then slamming shut.
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Haddonfield, Illinois

October 29th, (1978)

Tommy's blue eyes shot open and he sat up in his bed, sweating all over. The 8-year old turned on his lamp on his night-stand by his bed and pulled back the covers and saw that his pajama pants were wet. He had urinated on himself again for the 29th night in a row. The kid had been having these nightmares since he was 4 and these light night sweats and wetting the bed since October 1st of this year. Every night he would wake up from a nightmare and find that he'd wet himself.

This was so out of the norm for him. He hadn't wet himself since he was 4 and now here it was he was doing it again...29 nights in a row...at 8 years old.

His parents were oblivious to this, as he had not told them about it. Even if he did, what was he suppose to say to them? That he'd been wetting himself since October 1st? No way. It would be too embarrassing to admit something like that. Being 8 years old meant that he was a big boy and big boys didn't wet themselves or fear that monsters were in their closets or under their beds. No. He would keep this to himself. After all, he was a big boy and he needed to handle this on his own like a big boy.

Tommy got out of bed, went over to his dresser, opened the top drawer and got out a white sleeveless undershirt, followed by opening another drawer and getting out a pair of pale blue upward-striped pants. He closed both drawers back and then exited his room to go into the bathroom to change out of his wet PJs he was wearing, wipe himself off, and then change into pajamas he was carrying.
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Okay, Halloween fans, this has been Chapter 1 of HALLOWEEN: THE BOOGYMAN. Hope you enjoyed it. So what do you think so far? Do you like it? Do you love it? Should i continue it? Were you surprised by the first chapter? I told you this version of the film was gonna be different from the original, didn't i? Don't worry, this is just Chapter 1. There's a lot more different things coming. I promise.

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