 | I am always with you...
Since the day of your birth, I've been your relentless tormentor, lurking in the shadows, unseen by doctors, parents, and the rest of the world. From your very first moments when your innocent eyes couldn't perceive me, I was there, a phantom presence with malevolent intent.
I followed you home, a horrific specter haunting your every move. Your childhood innocence was a canvas for my wicked designs. I watched you as you played alone, a silent observer, wispy reflections in every mirror's gaze; the darkness clung to me like a sinister shroud, my grimy hair matted with oily sweat as I stood, milky blood filled eyes fixated on your every move. I was always your ceaseless companion.
Your mother drove you to preschool, but little did you know I was always there, lurking in the backseat, an unseen menace. Alone in the bathroom, I stood on the other side of the door, my breath a sinister whisper through the hole in my rotting throat. I relished your vulnerability. My twisted, contorted arms dangled grotesquely as I stood hunched over, waiting, always waiting.
I'm an apparition, a specter just out of reach. In the dim light, I was there, sitting across from you one morning at the breakfast table. My jaw hung slack, a clot of blood dangled from an empty tooth socket. You never saw me, but I was there, watching as you ate. I sometimes wonder if you know I am there. I relish the thought of you sensing my presence, but you'll never fathom how close I truly am.
I spend hours each day breathing in your ear, each raspy gagging breath a menacing reminder of my perpetual presence.
I crave to terrorize you, to feel my grotesque arms wrap around your neck, to see your innocence shattered. Every night, I lay beside you, my enmity festering in the darkness. My cloudy eyes, brimming with sadistic intent, watched you...staring at your sleeping face in the dark, awaiting the perfect moment to strike terror into your heart.
Yes, you've glimpsed me a few times when the darkness inside you overcame your innocence. Your parents rushed to your room that night you screamed, but they saw nothing. You were just beginning to speak, and your cries of "Man! Man in my room!". You pointed, but they were unable to see me as I slipped away into your closet. You thought you'd never forget the image of my shambling, jerking form, as my disjointed limbs pushed me beneath your bed once they had left.
You learned the word "Boogeyman," from me and it seemed fitting for a monster like myself. I'm not merely a creature of the night; I'm the embodiment of your deepest fears, lurking and waiting.
You'll see me again soon, and the terror will be palpable. One day, you'll cross the road, and I'll emerge with a thunderous roar and a screech... You'll roll across the pavement, and I'll strike you with blunt and brutal force, my clammy fingers closing in on your face.
As you lie on the cold pavement, matted hair obscuring your vision, your jaw unhinged and hanging askew, you'll see me approach. No one else will. Your eyes will meet mine, and I'll revel in the horror etched across your face. You'll stare into the abyss of my eyes, and for the first time in our lives the vindictive grin that distorts my grotesque features will send shivers down your shattered spine. You'll swear you're looking into a mirror as a froth of red bubbles overflows from our mouths.
I'll lean down and pick you up in my deformed arms, our faces will touch, and I'll relish your abject terror as my leathery wings unfurl. At that moment, you'll realize that your nightmares have been all too real and you will have to follow me. I am always with you. I'm your eternal tormentor, forever lurking in the darkest corners of your mind, a never-ending source of dread and despair. | 
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