When I was a child, my older brother would always try and scare me in the middle of the night by creaking the door on the wardrobe and whisper in my ear “Boogeyman Boogeyman”. I used to hate him for that, but now I would do anything to take those days back, because now I continue to hear that longing creak of the wardrobe knowing it’s not him, those slimy lips against my ears whispering “Boogeyman Boogeyman”.
The Boogeyman,