Thread: Mr. Bogeyman Comes Back

Mara. He remembered the blonde girl like it was yesterday. Just a couple years ago he'd make nightly visits to her room, he and his minions lurking in the darkened corners of her room and terrorizing her with their hinted presence. If not while she was awake, then in her nightmares while asleep. There would be no sleeping for this preteen tonight and he licked his lips in delicious anticipation of making her nightmares a reality. From his vantage point under the bed, the Lord of the Dark watched her putter around her room, eying her slender legs as she undressed, causing his own blood to rush with searing heat through his veins. When the light was off, every inch of the room was still visible to him and he ducked his head below her floor moving through the shadow realm and positioning himself at a better entrance the closet. The storm clouds that had gathered were roiling above in the sky and extending his powers of manipulation, he broke them open to pour forth a torrent of liquid tears. Calling forth brusk winds that howled outside her window, every sound was muffled by the sound of the rain pummeling the house from the outside. Using even more of his energy, heavily depleting his stores, lightning cracked in the sky above with thunder rumbling dangerously close through the foundations of the house. And with a gentle push from his mind, the door to the girl's room locked shut making it completely useless from the inside. Emerging from the depths of her closet and stepping lightly among her clothes and toys, the Boogeyman opened the closet door with a heavy click and slowly pushed it inward. Above the rain, above the howling wind, and above the occasional roars of thunder, the door hinges squealed loudly, piercing the air like a long, drawn out scream. Standing within the open maw, hidden still within the shadows, he surveyed the results of his work the dark, grey lighting coming from the window, the tree in the yard shaking furiously in the wind and casting moving shadows into the room all of her belongings sitting quietly in the darkness, their shapes and details unrecognizable from the way they looked in light, almost like huddled creatures lurking in waiting. But there were no other creatures here tonight, no one but the Lord of Midnight himself, left alone to claim his victim's womanhood. Stepping smoothly from the closet, his shadow cloak open and baring his pale, slender and muscular body, he smirked hungrily at the girl on the bed. Without a moment's hesitation and another burst of energy, he suddenly appeared at her bedside, his black stained hands holding her down and covering her mouth, while his upper body hovered over her tiny, fragile form. Black eyes flashed at her wickedly as he kept his face close to hers, shoving the pillow from between her arms to land uselessly on the floor. Hello, Mara, he said in his deep, raspy voice, amusement flashing in his fang-filled smile. I hear something special and exciting has happened to you recently and I am here to help you celebrate properly. Leaning close, so his stubbled cheek brushed against hers, smelling the sweet mixture of her smells - her youth, her girlish, cotton-candy scents and stronger than ever, the blood of her menstruation - no doubt letting her get a whiff of his own heady, manly aroma. Whispering, deceitfully gentle he said, You're not dreaming.