He was chasing me again, calling me with his velvety soft voice. I ran as fast as I could, but my bare feet refused to go any farther. For some reason, in all of my dreams, I was barefooted and always covered in a thin layer of frost. The frost clings to both me and my clothes, I hardly look human with all of it on me. Amused by my feeble attempt at getting away, the Boogieman smirked at me. He stared me right in the eyes and began to sing a haunting tune that chilled me to my bones. It was a slow, eerie melody.
"Hush dear child, hush.
The trees whisper your name.
They speak of your sorrows.
They know of your shame.
Run dear child run.
Or you will soon be done.
For they know of your sorrow.
They know of your shame.
Come dear child, come.
I'll keep you safe and warm.
I'll shield you from their evil storm.
Stay with me child, stay.
And then one day we can play.
A game of blood and gore.
You will cry your song.
While I sing along.
Then your misery will end.
Hush dear child, hush.
One day I will whisper your name,
And I will know of your sorrow,
And all of your shame."
He finished his song with a sharp-toothed smile. A smile that promised horrifying things, ad yet wonderful things. Safety and yet, death. Comfort, yet pain. I stood rooted to my spot, paralyzed, as he began to move forward. His golden eyes sparkled with what I could only describe as sick, twisted amusement. Closer and closer he moved, reaching out his long arm to grab me.
My eyes shot open as I let out an ear splitting scream. Where was I? I couldn't recognize anything. I didn't know. I started to panic, thrashing about the bed I was laying on. Wait. Bed? I flinched when I felt a hand on my head. My panic had started anew. Was it him? Did he find where I was? Wherever 'here' was. As I was thinking a dark shadow draped over me.