The Child

Recently moved out of my parent's house. I finally get a taste of freedom and I'm too scared shitless too enjoy it.
The other night I was walking home, past the park, as I usually do each night after my nighttime jogs, and I heard a child scream. I turned and saw a little girl in a white gown running. I ran to her to ask her what was wrong. First thing I noticed in the yellowish light from the streetlamp, was that her skin was very pale, and her hair was completely white. She was crying, weeping, I bent over and asked her what was wrong. "My mommy told me not to play outside at night". I responded "Where is your mommy?". "I couldn't find her and he got me". "Who got you ?" I asked, fearing the answer. "The Bogeyman got me". After she said that the girl looked up and I saw her eyes. Those eyes were pitch black. There was no white to be seen. I backed away and the light flickered. Where the black eyed girl was standing there was now a tall man in black, with a featureless face white as the moon.

I going to do some research on that girl and the park. Maybe there I'll figure out what's going on.
I'm not going on nighttime jogs anymore.

Bogeyman

There is a being that children fear. His names include, but are not limited to El Cuco, the Sack Man, The Grinning Man, Bloody Bones, and Oude Rode Ogen. He is there and not, exists and yet, doesn't. They know he exists but others do not. He varies in his many forms. These forms change based on area, social climate, local lore, what the people fear. He is the monster we try to forget when we're older. He exists because we think about him. Or do we think of him because he must exist? Somewhere deep down in our brains, in that buried part that still fears the dark, do we know he is real? Fear has no shape. The Bogeyman is Fear.

Figures

Should of known. Em didn't believe me. Thinks I'm crazy I suppose. No one else believes either. None of my friends or family have noticed anything going on, they just think I'm acting weird. Probably am. Having a faceless supernatural stalker tends to do that to a guy. Been checking things out. He left no footprints in the snow. Saw that one coming. Been reading theories on the Thing furiously for the last few days. Some seem plausible, but there's something missing. I wonder. If Slender Man is real, how many of the stories are true as well. Which are victims and which are inspired by the rest. I need to think. A new monster will be posted soon. It seems important now.

Sorry

I was never supposed to post on this blog this much. It was meant to be my sister's with myself occasionally contributing. But I need an outlet. Weird crap is going on. I have always been a fan of the mythos since the beginning. I watch the vlog with the mysterious masked man. I read the blog involving a notebook and Yggdrasil. I loved that stuff. I always have loved monsters and horror. I considered myself an expert. But this is something different. I don't know whats happening. I never believed in anything without proof before. But I know it's him. He's stalking me. He's real. The Young Slender Bogey Man. An online myth. Or not. Heh. Well I can't say I'm not scared but I'm also excited. I'm a hopeless nerd. I always wanted something more out of life. Well I'm gonna know my enemy. I'm not gonna disappear.