The Boogeyman

By J. Sabo

I hear a bump in the dead of the night,

So loud that I'm in fright,

I check out the window and under my bed,

It may be nothing, a thought in my head,

But I wake to the noises that I hear,

And I know it's the thing I most fear,

They say he's just a scary story,

Nothing more than a phony,

One place to check,

Chills running through my neck,

I open my closet with the twist of my hand,

And I'll find him standing there, the Boogeyman.