Chapter 1

Tyrone woke up screaming. He then wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around. He let out a sigh of relief upon realizing he was in bed, and in the safety of his bedroom. Tyrone stood up and stretched his arms until he felt wet between his legs. This was strange. Tyrone never wet the bed, unless he had a seizure last night. He felt a little lightheaded and sure enough Tyrone figured it out. He did have an episode last night. No wonder he felt weak and dizzy. He went straight to the bathroom to take care of himself.

After a while, once he had his breakfast, he looked at the watch on the wall and saw that it was already noon. Tyrone cussed silently to himself and got his small house in order. Thank God it was only Saturday. Unfortunately, he still had to go to work. No problem at all. Tyrone knew he had responsibilities and he had to keep his place running. There were bills he had to pay, and food he needed to fill the fridge. He then put on some loud music and started to do his chores; which were mopping the kitchen, doing the dishes, then vacuuming the living room, and lastly he needed to put his bed sheets to wash. Before Tyrone knew it, he was already out of time.

"I better get going," said Tyrone to himself.

He then quickly changed into his work uniform and stepped outside. He walked in his quiet neighborhood and put his earphones on. He walked to work slowly, thinking about life. Yes. This is how it felt to be Tyrone. He was a lonely seventeen year old boy who lived alone. After his parents passed away, it's only been him all day, every day for the past two years.

As he was walking down the street, two kids came out to play in their front yard. Behind them were their parents. The father sat on his bench, pulling out his phone while the mother put out a tray of lemonade. The kids were both playing with their small beach ball, enjoying life and having a lot of fun. How Tyrone's heart ached with every step. He put on his hoodie as he walked, hiding his face. Tyrone felt like he wanted to cry. He wanted to go back home and shut the windows. But he swallowed his pain. He kept his head held high and breathed in deeply as he continued walking towards the end of the neighborhood, while hearing the joys of the "perfect" family behind.

The ideal family. A Mom. A Dad. Two kids. Sometimes a pet. A picket fence. A house. The American Dream. Tyrone bit his lip tightly and tried to keep his thoughts at bay. He wanted to think positively, but how could he? How on Earth was he going to think positive thoughts as he kept on walking in this lonely life of his.

Tyrone's thoughts suddenly turned dark with each passing step. "Who would pick me up when I have a seizure?" He thought. "What will happen to me if I have one at work?" "At school?" "If I fall in a random place, that's it for me," he thought.

Tyrone kept on thinking more negatively, until he reached the bus stop. Something caught him off guard and he tried to act natural. A neatly dressed young man was sitting on a bench. He was wearing a dark blue suit with an old fashioned shirt underneath that looked like it came from the 1800s. His hair was combed backwards and he had on black leather gloves. In addition, he was holding a cane with a yellow orb like gem on the top. He was humming to himself as he kept an eye on Tyrone.

Tyrone on the other hand didn't mind, but it was strange to see someone dressed like that in little Garibaldi of all places. It was a small town and there were hardly any big events going on, unless there were market events down at Tillamook. Tyrone stood by the bus stop and didn't make eye contact with the man. However, he did feel like he was being watched. The man looked like he was in his mid twenties, which somewhat eased Tyrone, but still it was weird that a twenty year old would watch a seventeen year old kid.

"Hello." said Tyrone, deciding to talk to the man and perhaps break the ice.

The man didn't say anything. He simply smiled and turned his eyes to another direction. "Do you need something?" asked Tyrone.

"Perhaps." replied the man.

"I see. You need money for the bus?" asked Tyrone.

"I've no use for the bus. I'm only here because I'm interested in you, Tyrone Oaks." said the man.

"Excuse me?" Tyrone said as the man stood up.

"Yes. You are Tyrone Oaks. You live alone in that little house I see everyday. Your parents are dead, and therefore you live alone, without the government knowing. You go to school, then you work at the restaurant known as the Corn Dog Haven, and you don't do much other than work and watch action movies. You are a loner with no social life, no love life, and your school life is abysmal." said the man.

Tyrone backed away alarmed. This man knew so much about him.

"Who the F are you?" asked Tyrone, getting really scared.

"You are going to help me," said the man.

"Help you? After what you just said to me? I'm calling the cops." said Tyrone.

"Yes. Do that, and I will kill them when they arrive." said the man.

Tyrone felt a chill on his spine and the man placed his cold and gloved hand on his shoulder.

"Do you wish to know who I am. I am the BogeyMan." said he.

"What now?" asked Tyrone.

"I know my name sounds ridiculously immature, but trust me, this is the only way to hide my true self. You will refer to me as such." said the BogeyMan.

"I don't care who you are. Leave me alone." said Tyrone.

The bus arrived just in time and Tyrone quickly got on to meet the bus driver.

"Please help me! This guy right here is stalking me and…." Tyrone was saying.

The bus driver looked at Tyrone with a puzzled expression and shook her head. "What are you talking about? You're the only one here." she said.

Tyrone turned around and sure enough, the Bogeyman was not there! It was like he never existed.

"But he was here! There was a fancy man here telling me things!" cried Tyrone.

"Nope. I saw you. You were the only one here and it looked like you were talking to yourself." said the bus driver.

Tyrone quickly punched his bus card and sat down. He looked outside the window and there, standing right next to the bus sign was the so-called Bogeyman. He was holding both his hands together and he was scowling at the bus.

Tyrone looked away and took a deep breath.