Often when I say boogieman I will mean secondMan or menMateria (the river has divided into three separate branches.) All branches are of the same water.) I will often refer to secondMan as the boogieman as you have come to call him. He is a race of nocturnal beings invisible to human eyes.
My encounter with alternate life forms started years before the boot of clouds incident. My brothers and I would talk about "the stuck thang" as they would call it – “can’t move at night thang”, “the boogieman.” We all laugh about the experiences. As night came on one occasion I asked them, what about the people who cause the stuck thang? I asked? Both of my brothers causally responded that they aren’t aware of any people. Yeah, there’s always a man who comes into the room, this is what cause "the stuck thang", and he immobilizes every living thing in his presents as a security measure before he’d approach our beds.
As stated earlier, older siblings try and frighten the younger siblings with stories. My two older brothers were no exception. There were stories about yes, and the infamous boogieman. This legendary nocturnal created would come appear at night and get you. He’d hide under your bed and reach out a grab your ankles if you got out of bed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night or if you fell asleep with your foot dangling over the edge of your bed. Yeah, I was frightened all right. Right from the first time I heard the story when I was around four or five years old. That’s because my boogieman I discovered much later in life was much different from the imaginary boogieman my brothers told me about. (My boogieman would occasionally pay me a visit from the darkest shadows in the room. To me my boogieman was very real. I ha...
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...thing looking at me as well. I lie motionless, still as I can, focusing on the person or thing in the closet, waiting and hoping for one of my brothers to get up for a trip to the bathroom. Later, this thing would just cease to be there, and the feeling of night would return to normal. I know nothings in the closet or the darkest corners of the room. Another strange thing about this boogieman, he didn’t hide under the bed waiting to grab my ankles as my brothers said he would. This boogieman was always standing and invisible to the naked physical eye. He would always just stare across the room pass my two brothers looking directly at me in the dark.
There would be hundreds of more nights like this dreaded one. Even worse, I’d eventually encounter these beings and have full contact. In near future I would soon learn what is really behind this strange aberration.
You are alone at night, and all you have is a flashlight that doesn't work and a sleeping bag. Then you see a church and decide to go behind it to stay away from a person’s eyes. When you get there you put everything down and put new batteries in your flashlight. When you start doing this, you hear voices around you and start wondering if you are not alone. Looking everywhere you find nothing, then you come back where you were and your stuff has been moved. Then you start wondering around and you come upon a mental cover covered with grass. You open it up and you find stairs and your curiosity get the best of you. You head down the stairs and then you feel like something is pulling you down. You get down there and it feels like you have been down there for weeks and when you come back up, you do not remember anything that just happened. This experience has been felt by many people that
This push of energy was palatable. In that moment, at 2:01 a.m., I pushed the shutter on my camera and caught the photo on the preceding page. Did my flash bounce off of rapidly developing ectoplasm (the stuff of which ghosts are supposedly made)? Who knows, but I have shared this photo for your consideration.
occurred that night. They are the few who have seen exactly what is out there.
aranormal activity has been a cause of fear and excitement throughout history. The unknown attracts the curiosity from those who wonder whether the supernatural is real or a figment of the imagination. Ghosts are one of the supernatural beings whose existence is questioned every day. Many want to deny the existence of ghosts because they are terrified of other phantoms who may exist and ignore the evidence that has been brought forth throughout the years. However, ghosts are supernatural pheromones whose existence still impacts today’s society.
Before that night, I didn’t believe in the paranormal. Now I sure as heck do. I had been chased out of my house after a fight with my step-parents because I wasn’t doing well in school (I had dyslexia), and I had taken shelter in what seemed like a normal house. I realized what I had gotten into after the sun set. The doors were locked without a sign of anyone going near them.
Then all of a sudden, something very spooky started happening. Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I'd never get to the other side of the street. I thought I'd just go down, down, down, and nobody'd ever see me again. Boy, did it scare me. You can't imagine. I started sweating like a bastard--my whole shirt and underwear and everything. Then I started doing something else. Every time I'd get to the end of a block I'd make believe I was talking to my brother Allie. I'd say to him, "Allie, don't let me disappear. Allie, don't let me disappear. Allie, don't let me disappear. Please, Allie." This shows how
Boogeyman opens with one of the most effective scare sequences in recent memory, one that recalls us to the fears of childhood and sets the tone for the rest of the picture. In the traditional old, dark house, eight-year-old Timmy (Caden St. Clair) is in bed, too scared to sleep. Commonplace items in the room take on a sinister appearance until he turns on his bedside lamp, revealing the hulking shape across the room to be just a chair strewn with clothes and sporting equipment. But when he turns the lamp back off, the shape begins to move toward him. Switch the light back on, and the shape collapses to the floor, an innocent bathrobe. It’s a clever illustration of the ways in which, as children and even sometimes as adults, we can believe that the forms we see in a dark room might be alive and wicked; the ways a fertile imagination can even trick us into believing we see it shift its weight, sharpen its claws, and lick its lips in anticipation. This being a horror film, it turns out that there's more going on than an overactive imagination. Timmy causes a clatter that attracts the attention of his father, who comes in and lectures him about being scared of the Boogeyman. Daddy is then, of course, dragged into the closet by an unseen figure, never to return.
this is an exception for it does not aim to enforce one side of the
This story, although somewhat unique in its exact plot, contains many elements that make it a typical and traditional ghost story. These elements suggest common fears in today’s society of people in general, and children specifically.
I often wondered why my father would tell me such stories and wondered if these stories were supposed to scare me.
remember being afraid of him. I was always just close to my mom, and my brother was
It begins nine in the years past, I sit on my bed stricken with fear of what hides beneath me, as I shriek for my parents, tears drip down my face, and hairs erect from my limbs. In horror, I hide behind my parents’ baggy pajamas with a hope of having protection from the unknown monster. “Honey, there is nobody in your closet or under the bed. Let mommy and
Entrails torn from the body with bare hands, eyes gouged out with razor blades, battery cables, rats borrowing inside the human body, power drills to the face, cannibalism, credit cards, business cards, Dorsia, Testoni, Armani, Wall Street; all of these things are Patrick Bateman’s world. The only difference between Bateman and anybody else is what is repulsive to Bateman and what is repulsive to the rest of the world. Bateman has great interest in the upper class life, fashions, and social existence, but at the same time he is, at times, sickened by the constant struggle to be one up on everybody else. On the other hand Bateman’s nightlife reveals a side of him never seen during the day. Bateman is relaxed, impulsive, and confident while torturing and killing. He doesn’t have to worry about being better than anyone else. The only competition he has is his last victim. Torture and murder are the two true loves of Patrick Bateman.
4. Miller, Karen, ed. "Chapter 2, Section 3." Paranormal Phenomena. Detroit: Greenhaven, 2008. 98-100. Print.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,